Re-blog from September 2013 about confidence, betrayal, self-doubt.
Daylight faded early
With the onset of winter
Self-doubts from deepest
Recesses of the mind, crept
In, under cover of darkness
The only light, came from
A night stand alarm clock
Like slow-motion destruction
Of a high-rise building
With cast-iron souls
Headed over the falls
In leaky boats
Blindsided by fear
He died a little each day
The smile façade
Concealed a grimace
Talk was cheap
Caring was expensive
“Water! Captain, I need water!”
“Higgins, get this man some water.”
“There’s your water. Now, get back to rowing. You’d be wise to do what you’re told and not complain about it.”
He’d learn a lesson right quick, if I tossed him down in the hold, the Captain thought.
The ship’s rigging strained and creaked. Sea water made the decks slippery.
“Higgins, see what the prisoners are hollerin’ about. Be quick about it–unless you’re desiring to be down there with ’em.”
It had been a tough pathway from prisoner to deckhand.
Scattered about the ocean floor were the bones of those that dared break the chains of command.