Monday, March 30, 2009

A poem


I am a ship that sails on waters

As smooth as broken glass.

Scattered chaos fills the maritime skies and seas,

Patternless, messy colors melt into one another.


Stay. Go.

Push. Pull.

Drop anchor. Hold on tight.

Weather the storm.

WAIT.

NO!

no.

Be. free.

Be loosed from oppression’s heavy anchor chains.

Sail.


Beautifully complex.

Reluctantly hopeful.

Tentatively yearning.

Grasp toward the harbor of hope.

Sail directly into the promising fog.




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