Awesome poem written by myself and an epic friend, Lucenthia.
Ripples on the Sea
I wake myself in the morning,
And the sun shines down
Into my bedroom
Full of toys.
The pressed sheets of linen
Are clean and bright,
Like the day outside.
And I grow.
I take my life head on,
And search for answers.
Though it is hard,
I always try, and sometimes I win.
But
Other times
I fail.
This does not matter to me,
As I follow my path of success.
I Let the laughter sing
And the tears clog
In this world so new.
My muscles harden
And my brain sharpens
And my eyes see anew.
And as I pray
To the gods above,
And I hear that my prayers
Are answered.
And the shining of my future
Illuminates my present
As my battle begins.
I fight for the good.
I win for the losers.
I pray for the dead.
I love for the hated.
I cherish for the apathetic.
I smile for the sad.
I do for the right.
I rise above the waves of crashing doom.
And I succeed.
But then
Things begin to falter
And the darkness encroaches on my soul . . .
And I follow in the wake of my life.
Getting buffeted by the waves of my actions.
Ripples of regret and longing.
Echoes of triumphs and past resolve.
I think of how I prevailed,
I think of how I won
Over river and mountain, typhoons and fire,
I think of elated euphoria,
And I follow
In the wake of my life.
And I mull over all that I've done.
My victories, huge vessels that set out so strong,
Are now gone,
With naught but ripples in the sea,
And me,
Who tries to follow in the wake of my life.
May the Love of Anuwëy guide you when all Hope is lost
TorNathan
Lucenthia
