"Turning Ghosts Into Ghosts"

“Turning Ghosts to Ghosts”

Ships buoyant by aspirations
Sail on destitute oceans of tar and
Misfortunes.
When father’s voice has become a brazen wave
And mother’s milk: fermented to malnutrition
My ship is reduced to a one person raft
And the sail is filled with holes.

These ships we sail are fleeting by nature.
And I have drawn my heart away;
    A necessary evil for one’s preservation.
         “Let my bow sink first. In time,
           I’ll rebuild hulls of tempered steel.”

But before I sink into the sea, I’ll force
The world’s isolation unto me.
But be it life, even of failure:
Like a flower’s desire to red
                   To blue
         Or to yellow
Life Finds a Way.