You brought me to rumbling,
trembling,
sinking defeat.
Breaking waves off my back,
stinging wreckage,
an old ship sent to war
and not given the honor of burial.
What of me now?
I watch the families,
the children, the sky and sun.
I watch the water ripple the light
giving a halo to the fish, the birds,
maybe this is all there ever was,
this is heaven.

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