POETRY
Prey
“Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
Published in
Nov 13, 2020
I fall prey
Everyday
To the dreams
That become screams
Of lost opportunity.
Floodgates of adversity,
A tsunami of tears,
Launched by the vortex of my fears
Threatening to pull me in —
“I mustn’t succumb from within”
I instruct myself,
As life lands me in new turf.
A lone voice deep from the gloom
Squeaks out of the dark room;
A question of possibility,
A whisper of positivity,
To keep me afloat
On a turbulent boat…
Until it can sway
Another day.
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