I squint, I pray, then I doubt. I pray again.
And again, and then, against doubt.
My faith as small as a hydrogen atom,
Unduly outsized by fears.
But I row still. Courage.
Faith unbelievably fueled by fear…
…The tragedy of leading an unfulfilled life.
A night voyage from good to great.
Self-pity left behind in my comfort zone.
No better time to set sail,
Than when the mind’s made up.
Hope, an invite to life outside my comfort zone.
Life, a two-man event; Purpose and I only.
I shall give up who I am,
For who I should be.
Tonight, the weatherman is under the weather.
His forecasts safely tucked in his subconscious.
The clouds not giving a clue to a novice.
Storms and Quiet equally await my launching out.
Around my boat, from the sky,
And at the corner of my eyes.
But it won’t get into my heart.
Did self-pity jump in again?
I’d rather swim to shore,
Than enjoy a luxury pity-party cruise to nowhere.
The night now at its darkest.
Hope fading into dense clouds,
Tickling them to sustain the downpour.
But I’ve come too far to give up.
A path in the sea.
Walls of water standing erect,
For a man on a mission. __ ME
Destiny appears on the horizon,
Casting bright shadows on low hanging clouds.
In a moment, dawn will be.
Wings and feathers, their flights and songs aloud.
But destiny is a journey,
And thus have I embarked.
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