THE SOUL ON THE RAIL
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
3 days ago
#poetry
THE SOUL ON THE RAIL
A Cinematic Reflection by SIMU
He was that soul
the one who lived with a hand permanently resting on the ship’s rail,
as if the universe owed him no stability
and he dared not trust the deck beneath his feet.
His eyes never rested.
They darted from horizon to hull,
from sky to sailor,
measuring every shift in wind,
every whisper of movement,
like a man who had learned long ago
that danger announces itself in small, quiet ways.
Commitment… loyalty…
these were distant planets to him
far-off myths reserved for people
whose hearts had not been cracked open
one too many times.
He trusted nothing.
No one.
Not even himself.
Even his own shadow followed him cautiously,
like two memories of the same man
trying to keep their distance.
The slightest squawk from a gull
could tighten his spine.
A wing flapping unevenly
could jolt his shoulder with the same uneasy motion.
At the first scent of troubled water,
his soul would already be halfway off the ship
searching for escape.
He clung to the rail of life with both trembling hands,
ready to abandon anything
and anyone
before hardship could abandon him first.
He was that soul
not weak,
not faithless,
just battered.
A broken traveler carrying storms he never asked for,
trying to survive a sea that never learned his name.
A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
