The vesel of the soul

Some Butches find themselves at the shipyards
Working the wreckages
Till they become something more
Some Butches never leave the shore.
Some Butches find themselves in workshops.
Working the wood grain
Working the metal by hand
Some Butches find peace in every drop of sweat that falls
Finding solitude in their bodies
Finding Bravery in defying the odds
Some Butches never learn
What it takes to be a human being
Desperate to belong.
Some Butches never make it
Past that point of being gone.