The Bismarck

The Bismarck

I see you on the shelf, I smile, I reminisce,
I recall building those decks with my sorrow,
Using nails from the abyss.

Your guns are made from my anger,
I used rivets of regret,
But with each cabin laid,
You helped me forget.

I see you on the shelf, I nod, I adore,
Those long transforming hours it took me to restore,
I painted your scars, I healed with glue,
Repairing myself by constructing you.

I see you on the shelf, a therapeutic reminder,
Our wars are finally over now, you built me back kinder,
I died in the noughties and you in World War 2,
So, who brought who back to life? Who really built who?

I see you on the shelf, you are full of my story,
Your hull holds my hope, my new dreams of glory,
I only fixed a boat, whereas you healed the dead,
I could have chosen the abyss,
I sailed the Bismark instead.
Written by BITS (Butterfly in the Storm)
Author's Note
When I was chasing sobriety, I decided to build a model boat. Little did I know that it would build me.... This is the story of that build, The Bismarck.
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