Seaglass

I've kneeled before the odds,

sucking for air in space,

praying that my kindness is the cure-all,

drinking from empty canteens,

But you are not Glass, and I am not Sea.

I've treated time like God,

reading each book backwards,

putting all of my faith into patience,

planting young flowers into ice.

But you are not Glass, and I am not Sea.

I've worshipped mementos,

misusing good wishes,

hoping for my softness to be saving,

trying to remedy the truth.

But you are not Glass, and I am not Sea.