we are doomed to live a life of longing,
suffering from the pictures of ourselves in mind and body about what we look like and how we act
and in our end we will be longing to have lived a fuller version of the time we had,
without haunting ourselves.
we will look at all the ways we sat around and wasted time crying over our wounds
and fussed over our choices
and bothered over our bodies because we were too hard on ourselves
we will never understand that we are all imperfect
our vessels will carry us through but just like any lifeless ship,
we will either wear out,
or crash into the rocks
Comments
From the first line of this poem, I was intrigued. "we are doomed to live a life of longing" is extremely relatable yet so complex; I think that is something that this poem shows throughout. Relating ourselves to a ship that will eventually fall to its demise matches the theme perfectly. I really enjoy this metaphor, I wonder how it would look if there were more hints to this metaphor or examples of how we are ships, sprinkled throughout the poem. I enjoy your word choice, using words that are often not found in poems; for example, the word fussed is a word that is not often thought of but can be used to represent many ideas.
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