Trying to hold on
like a fisherman in a storm
As waves batter the deck
sweeping things one by one into the sea
I watch as my first mate goes overboard
and silently scream as the current carries him out to sea.
The rest of my crew is threatened by the impending doom
Some jump into lifeboats hoping to sail to safety
away from the sinking ship
as I'm rocked to and fro on this almost-empty vessel.
I spy a rope in the distance
and thinking it's secure
I grab hold
But in it's slipperiness
it slides through my hands the tighter I grasp it
until finally...
There is nothing left to grasp
and all I can do is just be
with the colossal storm
Knowing "This too shall pass."
Inside a stillness overtakes me
because I know if I make it through this storm
there will be others
and I will die...
One way or the other.
In silent acceptance
I settle in for the long night ahead
and know that if I steer this right
I won't have to pass this way again.
And on the horizon I see
the beginnings of dawn's early light.
Author notes
My first Buddhist poem. About a tragedy I'm currently undergoing for the last year and a half... and barely surviving. And the first mate is my best friend who abandoned me through it, and the rest of the crew are the friends who also ran, scared they would be dragged into my mess so they abandoned me, the sinking ship.
The rest is self explanatory if you are familiar with Buddhism.
And hopefully... I will "steer this right" and not have to continue in this cycle of samsara.
A contest entry
- Mistakes by XHollowXEyesX.
600 points, ended August 19, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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wow awesome write. great use of language and description.I can really feel the strong emotion coming out through the words.
Thanks for entering
All the best
~Hollow~ -
Well done. This is awesome!
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