Tuesday, June 14, 2011
My boat is sitting as I look around and notice how my surrounding waters have stilled. Those who pass would have to look hard to see that I've just came out of a storm they couldn’t even imagine and if they look hard enough they might even be able to see a glimpse of it still looming behind me. Others can clearly see the big hole it my boat and wonder how I’m still above water with such a whole that could never be fixed. But, all in all, I’m still afloat. So this would be a perfect time to open up my sail, look forward and sail toward my destination don’t you think? But instead I slowly float not going anywhere in particular. I’m afraid my sail is too torn to be certain of its abilities and well, frankly, though those skies ahead look clear and blue, I remember when I was deceived by them before only to go head on into a storm. A storm I wasn’t sure I would make it out alive. Not to say that I did. Maybe I did die in that storm or at least a big part of me. So for me, my sail stays down and I'll float along. Maybe here and there I'll rebuild but instead of wood this time it will be made of steel. But that hole in the center of my boat can never be mended nothing can repair it. It will always be there. So here I am floating along waiting for the next storm knowing it won’t compare but still not ready to go forward head on.
Posted by M.C.M at 3:18 PM