Lost at Sea
She was like the ocean;
One step in and you could marvel at her beauty,
Step in too far and you would find yourself like a sailor lost at sea.
And today he was, unfortunately, that poor sailor;
Led on by her beauty,
Unaware of how dangerous she really was.
Everyone warned him and everyone saw it coming,
But he didn’t care.
He thought he had found new land when he met her,
And that he was so lucky.
She was his life raft, his safety.
He had no idea that she was really an iceberg.
On good days she was safe and harmless,
But one bad day and that iceberg would capsize
And take her sailor and the Titanic down with it.
Today was that day.
Everyone told him to prepare for the worst,
But he didn’t.
No life preserver, no back-up boat,
Not even his water wings to keep him afloat
From the chaos to come.
But even though she was dangerous,
Life-threatening and unreliable,
He didn’t care.
For he was the only one who looked past her bad days,
Only caring about the good.
He was different than anyone else.
He would try to keep the ice intact
While everyone else was on the shorelines letting her fall apart.
He loved and cared about who she was under the water-level,
Instead of only focusing on the tip of the iceberg.
People for the rest of his life would think he was crazy.
But it didn’t matter to him.
Because he would always remember the days
Of he, her sailor,
And she, his iceberg.