This is crazy
Pointless even?
Spent so long trying to find my way
Got turned around like a million times
I found a path, dark, hidden and alone
But it was progress,
so I embraced the quiet,
tucked my elbows in
and let it rip
Right into rushing current
Hard to keep my feet under me
But I can work with that
Muscle, hard work, a little smarts
All I had to do was to fight gravity and get to stable land
Let the storm fight it out beneath me
Strained muscles, cut and bruised and bleeding
But I made it
And I could see the world
and all it had to offer, all I could give, all I could take.
Muscles bunched for a leap like i could never hit the ground
And my stable ground gave way like it was made of paper and sticks.
Impact
hitting Oceania at a million Miles an hour
Breaking bones had nothing on me
Feet swept from under
Head barely above water
Or is this under?
And worse, the nagging feeling that I took the wrong turn
That my dark hidden path was a bad one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem