One dark night not long ago,
Under the vigil of the full moon,
I metered the fathoms of my soul,
Plunging deep into the boreal waters,
Unexplored and abyssal,
There a quake had altered the sandy animus,

The tides have shifted,
The waves have chosen a new path,
I have chosen a new path,

Previously a filthy stowaway,
Is now an admiral,
What once was a worm,
Is now a sea serpent in a storm,
Bait swelling to become behemoth,
A minnow becomes a shark,

I am my own ocean,
I’m no longer beholden to the tides of others,
I’m no longer drowning.

Comments
  1. Love this! A positive uplifting ending.
    Your skill in imagery is masterful! … metered the fathoms of my soul…into the boreal waters” — superbly crafted.

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