The Sea

The Sea

To learn at last why I have always felt adrift and wanting.
Why my efforts always left me lacking, lost.
It was you, after all, the one I didn’t know I was chasing.
The one who built a box and packed me up inside it.
Wrapped tight in the lies you wrote for me.
I’m going to do you one last favour, one mad deed I do for you.
And then I cast you out to sea.
I’m going to write a new story and see what it can do.
One where I’m no longer blind. One where light can get inside.
One where all of what I could’ve been can be dusted off and made to be.
Possibility. Possibly.
Where you have no more reign on me.
I pray the truth is brighter than the lie that was your gift.
I pray I wake tomorrow and I see the curtains lift.
Then I will set you out to sea and meet the girl you wouldn’t let me be.
A girl who doesn’t need to know you any longer.
A daughter that can see.

3 thoughts on “The Sea

  1. Good morning. Hope all is well. Take your time getting your bearings. When you would like to see, I’d like to show you another of your families lost books. I think you’ll find it a lot more fish and less horse.

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