Her heart was complex–a map of scars
of every place she ever did feel.
She’d trace the edges and walk the lines
when she started missing her broken will.
So eventually, she padlocked her chest
and sunk it along with the skeleton key.
She swam at depths, where most would drown;
because, pirates don’t swim so deeply.
For the the ones who’ll dive to the sunken low
and unbolt her padlocked, paven chest.
Her treasure map will guide the way
to a flotation device–a safety vest.
And when you’re on those uncharted waters,
feeling you might forever eternally roam.
You can follow the scars on her beating heart,
for they will sing the song that lulls you home.