My Fearful Boat
i just sit there,
because they do not know my being.
your thoughts,
your feelings—
they do not know them.
but i smile along,
because,
because what else is there?
this idea, that you are an emotional mess,
feels…
well, it feels a little suspect.
actually, it turns my knees to jelly
and my dreams to stone.
i sit here,
me, upon a decaying throne,
wondering what i can draw upon,
or what it is that i can construct.
all these challenges and issues
become my fearful boat—
rejection,
disappointing, child-like parental relationships,
fairness and justice—
it’s all too much.
so i just sit here,
writing chaotic, collapsing notes,
knowing that all my worries and insecurities
are, in fact,
my fearful, my leaking boat.
James Garratt – December 2024
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My Fearful Boat – Written December 2024 (Aged 49)
