Poetry: Shipwreck

My body is a shipwreck
A derailed train
An old secondhand bike
Ready to give up on me whenever

My body is a do-it-yourself kit
With lots of missing parts
Unable to be properly assembled
Desperately trying to hold it all together

My mind is an endless maze
A haunted house
Running around in circles
Unsure of what’s next

My mind is a hurricane
A forest fire
Unable to be directed
Destroying everything in it’s path

If I had to choose
Between darkness
Or pain

I’ll choose light
Over darkness

A troubled mind
Can’t take care
Of a broken body

And sometimes I wonder
How the hell
This shipwreck
Is still floating


Beautiful cover photo by Lucas Gruwez.

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