Long time no read, but hi!!
I am glad to say that I have enjoyed an actual vacation with my family this summer with a trip to a family reunion in St. Louis, MO and yes – we had an unmitigated ball! Although the trip entailed a lot of planning and work throughout, I have thoroughly enjoyed myself and am back to the drawing board, and back to workin’ it!
It is now Saturday afternoon on July 12, 2014, and I have some words to share today, Yay! I associate this poem with how my writing consistency (sometimes lack thereof) plays out on a regular basis – emphasizing on some time before and immediately after the vacation trip. However, this piece can represent any walk of life for anyone.
I hope you all enjoy!
“Change of the Abyss”
Smile, and the world smiles with you – that’s what they say;
But what about when nothing goes as planned – what about that day?
When apprehension shows up in every place where courage should reside;
What direction leads to home? At what residence is pride?
When at sea, a simple smile is not quite enough – or so it looks;
Breaking chains, leaping bounds, and evading pirating crooks;
This journey can sometimes prove to be an abyss of sheer overwhelm;
While still in search of contentment – my main goal is location of the helm.
Each sailed mile of my life lacks reception of understanding – being clear;
Much like a deep sea urchin, there is no there – nor here,
Very small, long, patient, yet hurried moves towards the initial goal;
When suddenly, my ship sinks into an unending eddy of unfold.
Which way is the way back to the top – afloat?
In which direction should the helm turn to avoid the urchin’s sand-bottomed gloat?
He is so slow, so simple, so content;
He moves – he moves not – he patiently waits – for what is meant.
Until, at last – the time comes to devour;
All in his path – until nothing is left to scour;
Now satiated, and on his way back to the cubbyhole;
Where silent, satisfied stories of fulfillment are proudly told.
Does the urchin smile, or does he breathe a sigh of relief;
From not being caught in the net of regret…grief?
Like a miracle, that once hard to control helm, shall I surely steer;
To and fro from there, ’til at long last – here.
Now, at land ho, I can clearly see;
How a simple smile can make the world smile with me.
For, in spite of apprehension, fear, and confusion – peace unfolds;
Into the urchin’s revealed story of silent victory, which by mankind – is forever told.