Old ravaged hull

leaning on its side

your life

anchored in the swamp

of your immobile comfort

in static phenomenon

with thoughts of long voyages

that you never took

though today you decide to sever

your ties with the bog

and silently lead

your arthritic joins uphill

step by step

moment by moment

to achieve the unachievable

at the edge

of the abysmal precipice

you let yourself fall in the void

last act of freedom

a bird you weren’t

suddenly you become

in the anonymity of death