Poems by Alyssa Cabral

It was too late,

the wave had already hit me.

I thought it was over-

and I was right.

my life was over,

but not completely.

not dead;

paralyzed.

not happy;

but alive.

constant flashbacks,

nightmares,

memories.

I wanted it all to stop.

I wanted to forget.

But I couldn't.

What happened that day,

was a part of me forever.

Water- absent.

left no captain a ship that will not sail,

alone with no crew, repairing what once was

nailing down floorboards; raising the sails

sweeping, painting maintaining all necessities

dozing off occasionally,

but only up to a continuous dream

of realizing what he turned out to be.

This ship is haunted.

no one knows what truly happened that night,

 and the secret remains hidden

not a single soul dares to enter the shipwreck's surroundings,

for fear of the famous ghost captain,

protecting what was once and still is his.




This accident had a purpose.
it was not planned,
nor expected.
but it happened.
she just fell.
I saw her laying there -
on the roof of my boat.
my boat is not right under the bridge,
it has always been further out.
how could see fall so far?
that's when we all knew,
she didn't fall,
she jumped.