A survivor's tale

On a night long ago
i rode to the shore on a wave of lost hopes
to be discarded there like a ship-wrecked plank
and on the sands of time
i stood like a lost soul
with no clue of the path to take
with no desire to lend me strength
i flailed weakly between regrets and fear
i moved back towards the sea
stopped
i moved away from the sea
in a quandary
afraid of drowning and suspicious of surviving
one step forward and one step back
and in this cowardly prance
i stumbled on a root of the present
and falling to the ground i closed my eyes
and let the hand of fate decide my destiny
eons later
i opened my eyes and faced the world
the sea had long ago faded
but so had my yearning for the past
and i moved back
further away from the sea
yet facing it still
strong yet never too invulnerable
a survivor yet never the savior
a conqueror yet never a king

5 comments:

fear is our biggest enemy !

February 8, 2009 at 2:12 PM  

I see Mahru is going all glum all thoughtful and her writing is going all beautiful.

February 9, 2009 at 10:29 AM  

@ sami...when i wrote this i used fear as a synonym for the future and regrets as a synonym for the past...sounded too cheesy if i had just sed past and future

@ mha
i dunno wats wrong wimme :s

February 9, 2009 at 11:37 AM  

omg!

February 10, 2009 at 4:29 AM  

lol wat?

February 10, 2009 at 8:00 AM  

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