Braeden Sagehorn he/him/his
shipwreck
beat against the force of the wind
my heart stays steady & on course
for land; i just can’t see it yet.
so i move now with the rocking
of the boat until sea sickness
takes me away, dehydrates me,
and leaves me to rest.
i’m there beneath the sun
& all the birds do is mock
me while the clouds glare.
here i present to you a body
too distraught to care
until it arrives on shore
with more hands to help
move it while i wait patiently
for recovery.
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