The ocean in front is deep and wide, As is the ocean behind. The water ahead is gleaming bright, With treasures yet to find. The water to which I've turned my back is restive cold and gray. Showing only the wake of a single track, The journey of yesterday. I look ahead I look behind Yet notice not my bearings I see others, Sisters and brothers, But cannot help their farings. The winds blow strong And carry long My helpless wooden vessel. Through calm and storm Of various form The current it must wrestle. I ebb and flow As bids the tide With little or no control, But learn and grow With shame and pride Finding more than is known to know. I look ahead And search my stead, Approaching stormy waters. I look behind And still am blind To that which truly matters. The water ahead is that to be The water behind, my past The present, my raft unable to flee The waves by which I'm cast.
Reason for writing:
I wanted to submit this, because I really don't feel as though its done, and I would like some feedback on what I have. I also would not mind some suggestions for a different title, and some directions it go from here.
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