Adrift I awoke - adrift in endless sea waters churning with yearning then dead calm - engorged with doubt and boredom From one port to another my ship did drift at times almost torn asunder by forces dark and meddlesome causing harm, for no good reason But yet when winds brought whispers of promise I again set sail to catch the invisible to guide my ship as though invincible How often I felt the strain as my ship pulled against the pain of anchor weighed heavy with disdain As fate arrived one stormy night I opened every sail sewn in quiet hours alone as others slumbered at home With tiller in hand I guided my vessel toward uncharted deep waters as unfurled sails unfurled did fill and hull did strain there it was – dragging astern that ancient anchor of pain Standing wide-legged at helm between shroud-covered memory and cloud my being did surge with lifted urge and reached with gifted strength to grasp lightning from above and sever tether to aging anchor To ride rogue waves and fickle winds and freely sail the sea of infinity
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 18:08:43 +0000
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