Water
So significant. So important in our lives
Essential in everything
In livelihood, in our bodies, in survival, in the environment
Water, so needed
We were the ones to walk through life
Instead, we navigate it's seas
We are the navigators of our life
Going through storms
Braving the raging waters
Strong tides slapping at the hull of our ships
Threatening to overthrow us to sea
Reaching its icy fingers to snatch everything away
We never walked through life.
Never reached the top of mountains
Never crossed the plains and valleys
For we were never meant to just walk or climb land
We are the masters of our ships
Steering our lives to the great unknown that lies before us
Searching for friendly water
Looking for familiar land
Stopping briefly at islands
But blessed and cursed to roam the sea
Ever battling the water, unforgivable
Relentless in it's pursuit, unfathomable
Always there, never gone
Sometimes calm and airy, nudging us to our paths
Sometimes raging and terrible, sucking whirlpool, sunken ships at the bottom of it's chasms
Depths unknown down in the trenches
Where sometimes an unfortunate soul dives into
Never to be seen again
We are captains of our ships
We are. Until... We aren't
Sails ripped apart from the debris of the pounding waves
Finally worn down after endless battering of the hard winds
Mast cracked and broken from the countless times its tipped over to rock
The hull an awful sight, with gaping holes from the monsters that keep on punishing us for even attempting to cross their sea
Contents and boarders all thrown overboard
Sinking and sinking, heavy as the rocks that pepper near the coasts
Others treading in desperation, only to be overcome by the mad waves
Carressed and carried by the two-faced tides
Never to be seen by us but bound to wash up on some distant shore of an island in need of an inhabitant
And those closest, gripping arms and kicking feet, hands reaching out, trying to save each other and their selves
Confused by the sudden upheaval of everything they've ever known
Gasping for breath only to be weighed down by salty embrace of the sea
Each buoyed by the other beside and yet sinking further, a pathetic display
Each striving to push the other to the surface, both sinking by the weight
Stubborn even in the face of death
Until one, in a pitiful attempt at heroism
The captain, sinks and buoys up the lone survivor, bubbles floating out and peace..
Sinking further into the sea's waiting arms
And in the distance, a floating blob, the hope that the memory will go on
Even in the absence of a reminder
We are the master of our ships until.. We aren't.
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Poems By A Lonely Cloud
PoetryJust poems. For my project. At least at first. Now its poems, an outlet for my thoughts and feelings at the current time. Thought its utterly confusing, I understand what im writing and I see myself grow through this. How I mature. Although im still...
