The sea remembers... Long after the sailors don't. I woke already underway, Salt upon my tongue. The logbook held my family name Before my page was written. The keel beneath me carried years, The tide knew every scar. I inherited the morning... Not the stars. Some read the heavens. Some trust first light. Some count the hearts aboard. Different bearings... One horizon. Welcome to the Inheritance Sea, Where every wave asks, "Who will you be?" The wind remembers yesterday. The tide keeps calling anyway. I didn't choose The sea I found... But I can choose The course from now. One looked beyond The edge of every chart. One ran toward The breaking dawn. One gathered every soul on deck, Knowing no one sails alone. Three different compasses. One horizon. Every chart Leaves something blank. Every voyage Writes the rest. Welcome to the Inheritance Sea, Where every wake outlives the ship. We inherit storms. We inherit songs. We inherit silence Carried on. Still every tide Whispers quietly... Choose. I mistook my bearings For my boundaries. Thought the map Was the journey. Thought the stars Were giving orders. They were only Showing me Where I stood. The sea never asked my permission... Only my participation. Welcome to the Inheritance Sea. I'll bless the hands That built this hull. I'll mend the sails. I'll chart a course They've never seen. Because every inheritance Is a heading... Not a harbor. And every wake Becomes Someone else's sea. The stars gave me bearings... Never boundaries.
