My Bark Boat ✍️
My bark boat creaks on a wandering stream, the voyage to you have been wavy and mean. stitched sail from hope and a half finished dream. The river kept whispering, “turn back, it’s a hopeless stream,”.
I carved through the currents that didn’t say no. The waters were restless, the skies running thin, each bend was a question I drifted within. The pull of your name like a distant wind.
The river grew quiet, the world settled down. I had arrived in the pond. And what do I see? My love in the shore, waiting for me.
