"Perhaps someday I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can makes stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow" (sylvia plath). And with that quote in mind…
Hearts & Arrows.
You draw your hearts and arrows; you can be one of that sailor’s tattooed sparrows. But when the sun comes up in the port, you’ll see you’re a day late and a dollar short.
You can be his port of call, you can be a naive blonde-haired barbie doll. But when the ship shoves away from the land, you’re left drinking a tall glass of suffocating sand.
You’re the lighthouse beacon in the room. I can see you shining even when those dark clouds loom. But when it’s all said and done, you’ll be standing in the darkness of the ship’s shadow on the horizon.
So dear Maggie, in this sea shanty, you can be the tired metaphor about being “lost at sea”. And when that southern gales not keeping you warm, you’ll remember that I’m done being your shelter from the storm.