navigate

I trace the map on my arm,
the ridges of my wrists where
the land trembled and
shuddered with sadness

I am made of constellations of
despair, a dust-filled universe
throbbing with stars that
stab the darkness

I light a fire in my heart to
burn its secret pages
I untie its strings to
hear it sing

I grasp the rudder of the
ship that sails my veins
evade the rocks, endure the
clothed and roaring sea

I voyage alone but give this plea:
Traverse the sorrows with me.