Fleeting above the gushing streams, Of world's daring adversities. Light like the sparrow's song, Float fragile boats of dreams.
It is bound to be. Their grace and radiance enrage the marine gods.
Torrents of doubt and hate erupt, To sink the hope filled arks.
In times ,fleets,they intertwine.
Naval battles fought by will. Ideals are projectiles they fire from their cannons of mind, Fueled by passions's gun powder.
The journey troublesome yet fruitless. Arrival at the port of achievement, Leaves us with, Just a question: What's next?
I love the last line asking, "What's next?" That's how I feel after finishing a goal! For example, I had a goal to write 45 journals since elementary school and I use writing to not drown in my own trials and struggles. (Journals literally saved my life many times that way). And as a result of writing every day, I made it to 50 completed journals. Some were small and some journals were more, but after finishing my goal I feel a bit relieved, but sad it had ended and I did ask, "What's next?" So I made a bucket list to keep me going so I don't sink in a boat of struggles and insanity. (Digression note: sane people are insane.)
In any case, I am glad your poem just captures the essence of life. Wonderful!
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
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