I once saw an ocean, sky blue with jagged edges, waves that crashed with a loud thunderous roar. It frightened me to see something so beautiful, so exhilarating could be dampened by dark clouds and large gust of wind. Emotionally swallowed by the gloom in the sky. The sun shined down no more on this glorious sight. Mystical it was, happy it was not. I wonder should I try and charter this untamed beast and put my soul on the trial of it’s existence. Or shall I bare myself the painfully emotional scar of defeat. fear , rage, and unmatched thoughts of courage passed through my mind Can I stand to just live and forget what I saw? Hell no! I shall move forth into the dark and in the gray. To die in your search for hope is a conquest of it’s own. Defeat is effort, defeat is strength, and is all but a loss. A lack of wisdom no more. So it is settled. I shall challenge thee. The first week of my voyage being the most difficult, breaking the personal barrier and becoming accustomed to her weary ways. She pushed and shoved. The waves grew insanely stronger as I ventured further in. I clasp to the one thing I held dear to me. Hope, that somewhere in that stone cold mist was a ray of light. Still I saw no sign. I grew tired and emotionally distraught. Her barrier was stronger and her limits were unknown. So I drifted, forgetting of my conquest. The immovable object had won. So she left me be. She found others to torment with her mysticism. For weeks I slumbered looking for new things to conquer. On my way back in I had to charter her once more. Not by choice but rather fate had pulled me in. I shouted. “ God why do you put me through this? ” “Let me go.” Suddenly I thought to myself, damn I sound crazy talking to myself. Have I lost my mind? I did not care. So I sailed in not a sound or a peep. Not even a slight gust of wind. I was sad and I began to cry. I hoped time would change her, that a new season would bring her sun. I became raged and suddenly threw my oars in the water. “ If you shall forever be eternally unhappy then I shall drown in your sorrow.” I jumped off my boat and plunged into her cold body. Holding my breath not caring if there was a next. The tide became violent and pulled me under. I started to tug and pull. I could not reach the top. I was experiencing death and for some reason I wanted to live. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. I blacked out and when I awoke I was floating on top of the water. Why had she pulled me up? I asked myself. Then she spoke with a soft wave. Her language unknown but for some reason I understood. There was a mystical bond. Our souls were linked. She said my heart was strong and because of my love for her I did not need to light a fire.
By: Joseph Lee McConnell
Reason for writing:
I want to share myself with the world.
Birth sign: Not entered
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