My Boat

The boat bobs just as I do
Without a set course
Not quite lost at sea
Not tethered enough

It is near to dry land
Yet so far
Misunderstood by others
As I am too

We can both see safety
The boat and I
We edge forward and bob back
Not ready to leave at sea

I don’t remember
What does solid ground feel like
It’s been too long
Too far back now

This lighter feeling makes me think
Someday the bobbing will cease
Become less severe
Allow life to be lived

I decide to climb inside the boat
Safety is found in numbers
I need his oars
He needs my hands

The oars are heavy
My arms ache
It is too hard
I cannot move the boat

We drift further out to sea
My boat and me
We are now as one
The world has become undone