Alternative

I was never meant to hold this ship together

That ship

So used, torn, and wet

That boat was just to get me started

That boat, can no longer be salvaged or reclaimed

I’d grown to love it

All I had known, unknown

Stranded

And over time have come to realize

There’s a lot different I prefer with my new boat

At least the old one could float, even if not so well

Now I’ll lay these plans just as I want

Beyond mere buoyancy

These materials all raw and singular

And I do trust

Through love and time

Will be the one of my dreams, or better yet.