Boats


Boats.
I’ve always feared being stranded on one and not being able to escape.
Surrounded by bodies of water that is home to the unknown.
Will I survive the bone-chilling cold and the treacherous waters?
Will the boat bring me to safety or be the cause of my death?
Thoughts echo through my mind of the dangers of boats and water.
However, real danger was the man beside me.
The unpredictable rage that brewed inside of him.
The endless happiness he portrayed.
That was the danger.
Loving eyes that turned into flames at his demise.
“I only ever get mad at her, don’t worry about me ever getting mad at you,” he claims.
Such twisted words.
What is to stop him from being mad at me?
If he could destroy something valuable to his past lover when they were together, what stops him from destroying something that is valuable to me...or even hurting me?
He is the raging river.
He is the tsunami of anger.
My boat cannot withstand the power of rage, but it can at least protect me and free me from the full force of his wrath.

Boats.
I used to fear being stranded on one and not being able to escape.
Surrounded by bodies of water that is home to the unknown.
Now, I know that the boat is my freedom and my escape to safety.
If that fails, I have the skills to swim and to never give up
And to never let a wave of wrath shake my sense of security.

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