The storybooks say
you should have been the wind
in my sails,
not the drunken sailor
weighing anchor
in the middle of the ocean.
Perhaps I should have believed
in you more,
blinked away tears
to hold you in a blue gaze,
bright eyed naivety and wonder –
not cold heart mutiny.
Except this mate
does not draw her sword to kill,
she lays down her arms,
whistles into the blue and wobbles
along the line you drew for her,
to the edge of the plank
she chose to leap from
before you forced her to,
and promises her unborn daughter
she will find better books
to read to her.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
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And, this, would be what happens, when you let someone else to have total control over you, it ends, very badly, and, your offspring, will also, suffer for it…
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Wow, this is incredible.
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Thank you ☺️
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“…she lays down her arms,
whistles into the blue and wobbles
along the line you drew for her,
to the edge of the plank
she chose to leap from
before you forced her to…”
This is beautifully poignant, Kristiana.
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Thank you so much 💛
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Enjoyed from start to end! I like that your writing is brief but oh soooo satisfying 🙂
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Thank you ☺️
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Ohh yass! You always make great points.
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Thank you Henna 💛
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