277: Sailing in Flames

I dreamed that we built a boat in the fire

and replaced the charred wood

each time it burned through.

We were trying to build a vessel,

sea-worthy and strong.

It wouldn't sink (we wanted to mend it)

but it was hard work

in a world where only we believed.

Sometimes

I wanted to put the tools down,

give in to doubt,

abandon the boat,

and let it go up in flames.

Maybe somebody

somewhere

would find comfort in the bonfire,

while we wept for what we couldn't repair.

But I wake up and look at you,

a world away through a screen of thoughts and dreams,

and offer you my arms until you come a little closer — until

you kiss me and put your head on my shoulder

and I hold you tight because the tools

are too important to be set down.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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