The Warmth of Boats?

Just a pinprick now on the horizon
I watch as you slowly come near.
Your head bowed as though weighed with concrete,
your eyes show the pain and the fear.
Each step that you take brings you closer,
in spirit you’re still miles away.
Grotesquely your mouth twists in spasm
not forming the words they should say.
The buffeting wind sweeps you onwards,
but pride keeps you further apart.
Your body now creaky and wispy,
limbs fragile and weak like your heart .
The pain in your joints hot and  searing,
those legs now unbending, once pliant.
Suffering in  silence no longer endearing
we all know you’re now pain defiant.
For so long you’ve  kept your love hidden,
cruel words said , but you never learned
that warmth comes from loving your kinfolk,
and not from the boats that you’ve burned…..