My Survival

First rays at sunrise
Reflected serenely
Crystal blue waters
Calmed by a Caver
Ripples form by a
Feather touch as
Oars slice its depth

Its top leaves gone
A lone tree voices
Tales of lands afar
Of their progression
Of love and of war
And their survival
Of eyes which talk
Not of the darkness
But of a forgotten
Fear that echoed in
The troubled mind

Its roots neither on
Land nor on water
The voice talks of
Inspiration, of guts
And of courage, a
Bravery revealed
When caught in two
Worlds, when mind
Seems unsure of a
Right direction, it
Beseeches me not
To throw the towel
But to look at beauty
My world already
Possesses in plenty

As my oars gently
Ripple calm waters
The Caver’s voice
Travels across, in it
A passionate tune
Urging me onwards
Admiring the beauty
Of morning, and in
Remembrance, the
Voice of that lone
Tree and the tales
Of love, of bravery
Of progress, light
Inspiring my survival

Written for
One Single Impression, #149 – Calmed
Sunday Scribblings, #248 – Progress
Carry On Tuesday, #86
One Shot Wednesday, at One Stop Poetry

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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