the story ends
winds of the past
ripping my sails
waves hurling and tossing me around
I am drifting
trying to stay afloat
fighting unpredictable tides
exhausted,
tired
acting out a script
I never wrote
with lines fed to me
reciting words with no meaning
in a language I don’t understand
moving clumsily without aim
strings pulled by the sins of my fathers
and the silence of my mothers
the story ends-
where my presence begins to unfold
when I breathe into the unknown
where the quiet steadies me
breaking ties
diving deep
stilling my stormy seas
