Words wrapped safely away,
plucked and powerless in their new space
Bobbing beyond the crashing waves
Just in time to this unknown place
Their weight grows heavy against the glass,
It tries to hold, support their mass
Not a chance of victory for this vessel
Did it know it could fail, before it fell?
Eventually it gives, unable to continue
Light creeps through first, then slowly, blue.
It rises above that which remains unsaid,
Drowning out the voice, now never to be read
The pages are joined, the ink has thinned,
and the words have blurred, the message sunken.
Time all but stops for the humbled traveler,
It didn’t know it was planned by the words’ creator.
From one prison to another, they will sink either way,
But if you never write them out, they will never float away.