Oh, how I wish
one-hundred percent water so you could throw
your sorrows into me and they could drown.
Oh, how I ache
on a sailboat
& let them go
until they get eaten
by the horizon.
But some pains—
they need to be felt
deeper than a blackhole.
I’ll be there on the other end, my friend,
I’ll be here along the way
& if it’s a helping hand you need, I will lend
& if the breaking hurts too much, I will mend.
There will come a moment in time when breaking
will cease, you will bend in the strong winds
like a bamboo forest.
© 2015 – Eva PoeteX