We Are Shipwrecks

To each we are the

massive body of a shipwreck.

To find safe harbor.

Some of us are born chasing disaster.

Some of us are born chasing poetry.

The sky is endless grey

and I shoved the words together,

the words to a poem.

We spend all day

fighting the good fight.

Rejoice in its small victories.

With my first breath each morning,

my final breath each night,

I finally found a place to pause.