Paper Boats

my being tattered , its tender skin ploughed with grief and agony
my heart shattered, my memoir filled with a never ending melancholic symphony.
‘what a wonderful world ‘ say you, but ask me not, ‘ what is life?’ ,
to me , an ailing girl , life is blue ,its wonders a lie.
I am a little lady, sitting by a brook
not I, a girl so steady, my foundations are shook
sat I there everyday, sending paper boats into the water
hoping they would reach the abbey, where the abbot is none but the father.
wish I , my tender paper boats don’t sink
’cause its a long way to go, and they carry what I think.
insurmountable, the journey seems
so impossible ,my prayers , to reach God, seem.
they wont get there. Knowing it still, I kept sending my boats
isn’t that in the storm, what is called, FAITH ! Believe I, the only way to keep my boats afloat!