The “unsinkable ship,” they called her.
A wonder, a journey, a new beginning.
Twenty two hundred people, off to start a new life.
So secure in the fact that “not even god could sink her.”
Dreams, Destinations, Desolation
She remembers the Fifteen hundred souls
Whose journey ended in the North Atlantic
Cold, Crisp, Crystals
Hypnotized by the ripples in her drink.
One by one, mini icebergs are submerging, and sink
She looks up into her own eyes.
Reflecting both her figure, and figures before.
Slipping under like glaciers in her glass.
She takes a deep breath
Submerging herself into her own depths
One final glimpse of the mirage before her.
She disappears into her own oblivion
This maiden sets sail on her own voyage.
About the Creator
Brittany Jean
Mommy, Model, Musician
Creative writing is my outlet.
23. Bluegrass 💙
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