Wind and water.

Sleeping later than I mean to.
Talking more, reading less
Shutting down and closing up.

It's not really the fear of where I'm going,
It's the strangeness, the realization of where I've been
I'm spoiled, a selfish little brat,
Princess about to get mud on her hem.
Or find another white horse to ride on
Consequence-less, all fairytale...
The bitter weeds that choke my throat are
Better kept quiet.

You used to tell me about how the
Driving wind and wild water once drove you
Back from the brink.
Back from an edge, back into your loneliness and
Sorrow.
About how you almost lost it all
And in between the lines
Is the story of how you found strength
And a peace, of sorts: in the choice you made there.

I'm hard over
Rails in the water, sheets trim and
Leaning in to tack.
Ready about, he always said.
I never really knew what it meant, till now.