Sometimes I’m a man at the edge of the sea
Battling the waves with fists and arms bared
Swinging and lunging, salt-sprayed and heaving
Holding back a handful of sea and a mouthful of spray.
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I love the powerful images. It takes great courage to face the ocean of life and one's own frailties and fears. Very honest poem.
But sometimes between the stinging blasts Of the buffeting wind; sometimes between The bellicose blows of the frothy gray sea, Sometimes I feel the tentacles of doubt Creeping, scaling the walls of my mind; Siege towers of uncertainty assaulting The keep of my will with whispers, eroding The tower of my resolve with the hissing black oil Of accusations, recriminations. Frighteningly vivid! Great work poet~ Nika
The images and metaphors used in the poem to covey your will power, fear, doubt and faith are so vivid. A powerful write, thanks for sharing.