He must reach up to what he can’t below.
A solemn song the twilight will now sing.
Into dark depths, winding paths to follow.
What good there can the nighttime to him bring?
An age of waiting on the ocean floor,
Patience for questions that delay answers.
Inhabited by his greatest fears; more
Than a passing phobia or cancer.
One wonders if there’s breath under water,
He has been drifting down there for so long.
His arms, can he bring himself to bother?
Perhaps. He’ll soon find that his arms are strong.
In swimming towards the surface he will find,
Darkness and light, both, are repaid in kind.
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Against the wind, the oncoming storm.
In place waiting
for the rains to pass.
She knows what lies beyond,
The eye of the storm.
She is not fooled by a false calm.
This descendant of boulders,
This son of mountains.
This once strong and mighty thing
I see here in my path.
I kick it.
It matters not.
She’s twice as tired.
This is twice as long,
Through the fire,
She’s twice as strong.
One more try
And though she fail,
She’ll try to stand.
Back to the trail.
And lessons learned.
One more bridge
Needing to be burned.
Twice, no three times
More she’s tired.
She can endure.
Having been through so much fire.