He thinks that I don’t see him
Coming down the stairs
Bowing branches in filtered light
Casting shadows on the wall
Creeping by, he creeks a step
I close my eyes
I hold my breath

Water laps against the hull
My hatch secure with mental clout
Gentle waves replace self-doubt
I trim my sails in full control
Chose which way my wind will blow
Eyes wide open
I’m captain now

Day 11 NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?”

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