Drifting

The sea was all around him

Way crueler than he could have imagined

Way colder, vast and deeper

Much more than his little boat could take

He knew he was going to die drifting

It had been such a long time

He finally understood that no land

Would welcome a fool

And he was no sailor

For how many days

Did he drifted alone?

How many times did his boat,

Dragged around the ocean,

Met others who would just abandon him?

Just be taken away by the waves

Be sunk by the storms

Or even sail by themselves

Looking for their rightful land?

He knew he was alone in that sea

And that he was loved by the stars 

That reflected on it at night

He knew that he was not even trying anymore

That he accepted his fate on that boat

And that he was not even moving

He knew there was no way

That the cruel waves would bring him fortune

There was no way that without raising and sailing

He would ever be able to find not even an island

But he thought to himself

"I need to stay in the sea with them"

For he knew 

That he wasn`t the only one drifting

That his despair was already over long ago

That no other storm could hit his boat so hard

So as to make him lose his way again

He believed in the sea

He hold his faith

He stood there, waiting for other lost ones

To see his smile and his warmth

To sail by him, and then maybe

Find their own way back to their lands

Maybe even one day,

Take his boat together with them

To visit...

Lucas Rangel Lima