Why?
Yet here I rush, into the deep, where wind
and waves assail.
The swells are high, the troughs are deep,
their darkness swallows me.
Yet blindly, fiercely on I sail, thrust
forward, helplessly.
What whim or fancy guides my fate? What
sure & steady will?
One lifts me up; one thrusts me forth, and
I am floating still.
What purpose drives the raging sea against
my bark so small?
What sighing wind speaks earnestly of hope
despite it all,
As if a portal just ahead, lies safe &
full of light,
Awaiting, through the raging storm, my exit
from the night?
for my dear friends, Sif Kadak and Alayne Adams 💗
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