I feel like I’m lost at sea and I am barely keeping my head above the water. I kick my legs to stay alive and I can see the sun on the horizon but no matter how hard I try to swim towards it, the waves take me in a different direction. Some days, I feel the warm sun on my face and I believe that I will make it, to where I want to be and other days I feel like I can no longer stay afloat.
Clear blue water, I can see everything around me, the past, the present and the future and the images blur in my mind. I try to look forward, to stay in the moment and forget the past. Why does it feel so difficult to think of it all? My legs are tired and my heart is beating quickly in my chest. What’s the point of all of this? I try and nothing happens. I want to swim straight. I know where I am going but I don’t know how to get there. The waves are taking me away from the control I thought I had. The sun is disappearing and soon it will be just me and the night sky.
When the sky is dark, my feelings are too. Everywhere I turn I see nothing but black water, it swallows me up and I feel so small and insignificant. The moon is high in the sky, it seems so far away. I know that there are people in the world struggling to survive and I should feel happy that there is breath in my body and life in my eyes but sometimes I lose that spark, I lose my light and I give into the temptation of negativity. Wouldn’t it just be easier to not care? To bob along in the waves of life and see where the wind takes me? Why can’t I be free from restrictions? Why can’t I close my eyes, picture a place and be there? The answer is simple. Life is unpredictable like the sea, the waves can pull me in various directions but as long as I keep looking at the horizon, I will be okay.
The waves carry me into morning and the light from the sun gives me hope again, I smile, all I can do is hope that the day will bring me some happiness.
The cold touch of water
spreads between, my toes.
Heated wind tickling my skin.
In awe the horizon gleams with
all of its glory, to fill the sky
with such beauty, such colour,
followed by darkness.
Crimson, Sapphire, Charcoal – Black.
A cycle of endless, change.
The colours blend together like holding hands:
Far beyond my eyes, the water line edge.
Mystery prevails, my thoughts.
Islands scattered far and wide,
places to explore. Culture to devour.
Who else has stood before me?
Watching the sun, dip into the red waters?
To be replaced by a silver disc
of light and possibility?
Golden heat, beneath my feet it burns.
Never will I experience such
tranquillity and aroma.
Even the air smelt
A far cry from the musty aroma of
home.This was exciting.
Closing my eyes,
For I will hope to return here,
one day. Another soul, will take
my steps. Watch the same sun.
Swim in the same waters. I have
to return to familiar ground.