The ship is coming
Into the harbor, it’s closing
You might see it come through
Or waiting for it to board and go to
A destination that awaits
You and the history that predates
The fates of many and all
On the cruise of the ship coming tall
In the mist of the profound uncertainty
One travels to a destiny that’s unraveling faintly
Like the ship on the horizon sailing
The ship is coming
And who awaits long for the journey
Whether they are ready for it or just holding
The ship is coming
Whether you board or watch with these & those
It is coming
On the topic of voice this week, this poem by Jayeline is so masterfully delivered that it will send shivers and goosebumps down your spine. Jayelene eloquently and powerfully recites: “I was trying to hold the real me down to suppress me so that you can trust me.” The words are powerful, but her voice is such a treat.
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