Sail Away

Steph Leger

A thousand diamonds cut into the surface,
 the sleek and stealthy shimmer with every roll.
The last lights of the day engulfing the crest.
All water and yet ablaze with every hue,
reds, yellow, so brightly burning on the cool surface.

Cutting through on the faint whisper of hope.
Sailing forth on assumption and admiration.
The winds are calm, but the sail struggles,
tearing at the seams, ripping apart.

The blaze of the sea, the tug of the breeze
gliding forth, effortlessly, silently.
And the rage seeks forth
the fire of the water, the grasp of air.

A sail unable to sustain forever.
Nightness, darkness, shadows creeping in.
A fading breath of love, of possibility
the fire fading, the embers sputtering out.

A cold, hard glass embraces the night
the breath is gone, the sail falters.
To move no more, forward ceases to exist,
the curtain falls, the sea stills.

The sail bellows one last time,
a swoon for a breath, for hope.
Darkness envelops with a deep embrace,
ready to begin anew with the sparkle of the stars

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​Steph Leger
Year in Medical School: MSIII​
Grew Up: plenty of places to call home
College Attended: MIT
Favorite Quote: 
"Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value."
- Albert Einstein

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