Spared

I burn my ship.

Avoid the rocks,

the wake,

of the untruth that

I refuse to cargo any longer.

Deception’s death

in smoke and sacrifice.

And yet I see another set of sails.

Silver lined and

stars and ocean salted air.

Stirring hope from the ashes.

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