Featured in 2015 Spring Issue of Rambunctious
The Passage Anna Pluff, '16 Our bodies are like boats, Carrying our souls to their destinations. We were built to harbor our souls Against the trials of the sea of life. We were meant to weather any storm. We were built strong and carefully To pass through all the waves we may meet. Yet sometimes, we are conquered By the evils of the sea, The sky is torn open by the lightening And the red, stormy hue blinds us, No compass can escape. Our boats sink, Bringing our now too heavy souls With it to the bottom of the ocean. There is nothing left but darkness At the pit of the ocean, Our capsized boats weather away. And our souls stay trapped below forever. Yet even so, other boats can weather Those fearful storms. Their hulls are not weighed down By the waters of trepidation. Sometimes we reach our destination And the soul is free to depart. Leaving its ship behind, Its voyage closed and done.