Some never make it back to dry land.
10/01/2021
Every step
Takes us further from home
And try as we might
To swim against the tide
We inevitably find ourselves
Lost at sea
Fighting to steer clear
Of the relentless sharks
Pray they donโt smell blood
And that rescue comes
God knows it happens
Rarely enough
The only thing
That can save our souls
Is to share the burden
With a fellow human
Taking the pain away
Creating meaning
And a sense of home once lost
Where all was black misery
Blessed be the lighthouse
The life raft and the light fantastic
Guiding us home
If we are so blessed
As to escape
From the ongoing horrible sea
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Every now and then I like to maintain the occasional nautical aesthetic in my work.
We all leave the nest of home sooner or later and often find ourselves without that sense of security for months and years until we finally settle down and create a home of our own.
Some never make it back to dry land, unfulfilled bachelors until death; some lose their life to the prison walls.
I count myself among the blessed that the possibility of finding a sense of home is still alive.
I love this poem! I t is profoundly poignant, perfect in every way. I think you are going to have a wonderful future because not only you have talent but you are a nice person. It helps.
Joanna
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Thanks so much for the kind words, it means a lot to me. All the best,
-Christo
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Marvellous poetry ๐๐๐
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Beautiful poem, Christo! Keep following your dreams. I believe you will find the future you are looking for. Have a great week! โค
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Thanks again Cheryl, I really value your feedback. Enrolled in study this week, the first step towards the career Iโm working towards. The future is looking good;)
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That’s great! I know you will do well. ๐
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