The Sinking Ship

I am letting go of what I can't control

the sinking ship that I once loved.

Is breaking apart before my eyes.

She was beautiful and sleek,

and moved at a clip over the water

But now she's worn and full of holes

And the water is pooling where once I proudly sat.

She is sinking, and I must go.

 

Oh I would raise her sails and empty her bilges if I could.

I would fix her with steel and wire and glue, yes I would.

But she is slipping below the waves, and there is nothing I can do.

I can't save her, and that is it.

 

Breathe deeply, and mourn as much as needed.

And move on as best I can.

A sinking, stinking, broken ship is something anyone can understand.

I am letting go of what I can't control

Christopher H. Holte 10/31/2014