Written December 1997 in the USA
I WALK ONTO THE DECK AND THE FRESH AIR BLOWS THROUH MY SOUL. AT LAST I'M AWAY FROM THE DRINKING AND LAUGHTER AND OUT HERE WHERE THE NIGHT HAS IT'S OWN PARTY.
EVERY STEP I GIVE IS WITH CARE – CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE RAILING. FINALLY I REACH OUT AND GRAB IT! THE WHITE HAND OF THE ANGEL WILL KEEP ME SAFE FROM FALLING INTO THE DARKNESS THAT IS SURROUNDING ME.
I HOLD ONTO THE RAILING AND STARE DOWN INTO THE DIFFERENT SHADES OF BLUE AND BLACK. THE HORIZON HAS BECOME INVISIBLE WITH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN AIR AND WATER – ONLY THE STARS.
WHY IS THE ANGEL SHOWING ME THIS? WHY AM I STANDING HERE AT THIS RAILING LOOKING OVER THIS OCEAN? I FEEL AS RESTLESS AS THE CURVING WAVES. I SEE THEM CRASHING AND SPITTING UP FOAM. THE WHOLEOCEAN IS SCREAMING AT ME: "LOOK, LOOK!!!" BUT WHAT AM I TO SEE?
WHERE AM I IN THIS LIFE AT THIS VERY MOMENT? YES, SOMEWHERE IN THE CARIBBEAN, BUT WHERE AM I? WHERE DOES MY PEACE LIE? IN THE SHADE OF GREEN WHERE THE GOOD TIMES WERE? IN THE NAVY BLUE WHERE THE HARDSHIPS BROKE ME DOWN TO PIECES? OR IS IT FAR AWAY IN THE DARKNESS OF THE UNKNOWN – THE FUTURE?
I BEND MY BODY INTO THE WIND AND LET THE SALT SPLASH ME ON MY FACE. I FEEL THE EXCITEMENT RACING IN MY HEART AND WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES IT FEELS LIKE I'M UP IN THE AIR, NOT WEIGHING AN OUNCE. I FEEL SO FREE AND THAT IS WHEN I KNEW...
I DO NOT BELONG TO ANY SHADE OF SEA. I BELONG RIGHT HERE, WITHIN, I WILL FIND MY PEACE...
HERE I AM AND IT IS EXACTLY WHERE I OUGHT TO BE...!
By Tania de la Porte
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Here I am...
Ngẫu nhiênThis piece of work was written in 1997 on a boat in the Caribbean. This was the day I decided to put all the bad things that happened to me in the past to rest and start a new life from scratch. Little did I know I would have to weather even greater...
