This entry is an experimental journal, poem, and a short story. It is a metaphor for getting past grief, depression, sadness, anger, and all other negative emotions that hold a person back.

Stuck At Sea

Splashes of salt water touch my face with every sway. My eyes stare into the endless ocean ahead. The visage of the ocean peers towards me without looking away. Vibrant blues swirl together with every crashing wave. I find myself staring forward, yet the ship never leaves port. The hands of a clock continue to tick, but my body never moves.

I see a face in the distance that keeps fading. Even the reflection of a mirror moves further by the second. Seasons keep changing around me. I walk along a snow covered road in the middle of July. The smoldering flames in the heat of December tan my outer flesh. I wave my arms around, but the bustling crowd walks straight through me. A phantasm’s body phases through my flesh. The anchors still weigh the ship down keeping it in park.

I wonder if I will ever see the beauty of a sunrise. Every day the sun sets and nothing changes. All the faces in the crowd start to fuse together like a collage. Only the flaws etched into our flesh remain in the mirror. A boat never leaves the harbor until one breaks the cycle of denial. Denial remains a never-ending labyrinth with no end in sight. The anchors have to be lifted so I can set sail. Once I lift the anchors and leave the port, I find peace. Sometimes, one can never find peace until they let go of what they’re holding onto. I reawaken when I lift the anchors and I see my reflection once more.