This weeks blog is a poem. It’s a message, so I hope it reaches who it’s meant to…the seas of the internet are a large space these days. 🙂
Wishing you all a warm and pleasant week ahead.
Wave Of Promise
Within cross currents within a whirlpool
Twirling, in a dance of survival beyond our control.
In the fray and grapple to wrench oneself free I saw you.
In me you saw a part of you
In you I saw a part of me.
There is friendship here, we are both survivors
And I know if I extended just the right kind of support
I knew you would take it and pull yourself free.
So I reached out to you
but I was taken under by these wretched seas
That carried me half a world away to land on foreign shores.
It takes time to make the journey back
To find the wood and binding
To make the boat
Carve a paddle
Row over high seas and dead waters back to where you twirl.
My paddle is too short,
My boat too unsteady.
Then my paddle is too thick for you to grasp
And my boat breaks in an onslaught of waves
And again…my paddle too weak, it snaps and my boat…a devastaing leak!
It’s a vicious cycle
Constantly being swept under
I can only hope you understand.
I am friend and what it means, despite these constant drownings
And one of these days I promise.
I promise I will find the right boat
The right kind of paddle
To help pull you free
So we can sit together with some sense of safety
Over seas and dead waters
And arrive safely to walk a more harmonious journey
On familiar shores.
© 2013 Tikarma Vodicka.