THE WAVE: PROMPT
Dragged under
A Poem
When the tides become too choppy
for your boat to set sail
why make it an excuse
not a reason to go on?
With the anchor already letting go of the ground
why let yourself sink below even on land,
when instead you can use the ripples
to make you move forward.
When the rain clouds blanket the sun in stygian
your boat trembles like the waves smashing into it
maybe you think that's it for you
but as your boat advances towards the rock
suddenly the torch in your soul set aflame
Grab the steering wheel
and yank what seemed unyielding before
to your will
obstacles don't control you; they never did.
You control them.
Who said fear was an emotion?
It is nothing but a state of mind.
So as your bow
approaches the rock
take a deep breath
and in clarity
catch the wave with your bare hands
and use the shimmering hope in the horizons far beyond
as your makeshift gauge.
