Survive
/Waves beat against the shore
A seagull bleats overhead, soaring on the gusty wind
The sound of the great waves is that of a thousand souls
Souls gasping and crying, whispering and sighing
The sun dips below the horizon and ignites a blaze that knows no bounds
The clouds burst into flames and the sea is burning
Slowly, the fire fades and a new face smiles upon the sky
Like an elegant mistress in a silver evening gown, Luna glides across the heavens
Soon the graceful lady casts her sparkling jewels about
The stars glimmer in a glow of chill as the wind is cooled by darkness
A streak of gold falls into the waters and I find myself wishing
If a being could soar like the seagull and anger slip away as the sun below the horizon
If love could explode like the fiery light of a sunset
If peace could appear like the silvery moon and scatter hope as a thousand stars
If the heat of rage could be cooled as the breezes by the night
If the bounds of happiness were as expansive as the heavens
If the moans and sighs of the sea were jubilant laughter and song
If mankind could rise from distress as Jupiter climbs the sky
If the future were to glow as bright as the constellations on a clear night
But these are only wishes
To hurt and fear is to know life
To know life is to know sorrow and pain
What is the purpose of this melancholy existence?
Humankind will never uncover the answers to these thoughts
The mind cannot grasp the immense proportions of reality
As I sit thinking, a storm begins to churn
Life is like this storm
Hate and crime lash about like the mighty bolts of lightning
Loneliness whistles like the wind across the sands of great anguish and depression
Lives and souls fall like the rain streaming down
Denial billows like the dark clouds and covers the true beauty of the self and sky
The waves grow threatening and loud like the trials of time
I struggle to stay standing as I am battered by nature
Slowly the storm passes and the sky grows calm
Like a great stage curtain, the clouds roll away to reveal the still glittering stars
I now realize what the Creator has shown me
Like a ship lashed about in the mighty storm
The anchor keeps her steadfast and safe
Her sails are torn and decks awash but still she floats
Strength and diligence are the keys that unlock the door of survival in the world
Will I allow the tempest of life to carry me away?
I will stand firm and battle the raging seas
I will not allow myself to lose control and be overwhelmed
I WILL SURVIVE.
By Julian Aisling