Unbounded Poem by Shirley Harrison

As I sail upon my very own vessel
on this, the vicious tempestuous
boundless ocean

I'm ever aware that my delicate dreams
are unfulfilled
lying deep within my dying heart

dreams of mine
that could never become reality

often wondering
if this magnificent mast ever snapped
would anything really change at all?

could I possibly sail off
into a magnificent sunset?

or eventually drown in these
the starving waves

that I call life?