The SailorA Poem by Tionge Rosalie JohnsonThis poem talks about a point in my ife when uncertainty as a young 23 year old is extremely terrifying. I feel a lot like a sailor in the middle of a storm, trying to navigate through adulthood.Beyond the deep waters of the Pacific, with an old map to guide her stands the sailor.
Upon the ship's edge she grips the old map with rough hands, and her eyes squint against the sun.
Where would she be without
her map? A trusty old wrinkled
piece of fabric withholding the markings of Ancient civilizations. Places she's explored and places she's learned to love.
Lost treasures and vast
lands are waiting for her now. Where the arms of the
unknown will welcome her openly. Yet her arms and legs
tremble against a sudden gust of wind, and the roar of thunder
emerges from cumulonimbus clouds.
Years of sailing have prepared her for this moment. A moment she hopes to soon
forget.
The sailor closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, as a bolt of lightning sends electricity straight towards her. © 2016 Tionge Rosalie JohnsonReviews
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StatsAuthorTionge Rosalie JohnsonSyracuse , NYAboutI'm a graduate student at the S.I Newhouse School of Public Communications studying Arts Journalism where I am specializing in theatre. I have a great passion for writing and editing written work and .. more..Writing
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