Wednesday 9 February 2022

The strategy

 


Far from the reality
Was my mind
Like a canoe
On the rough waves
Swirling and twirling
Ferociously untamed
Beneath my feet
Shattered wooden floor
Above me, I’m sure
The vast azure sky
No wings for me
To fly high for an escape
The only option for me
Was to jump deep
Into the foam sprayed
Salty water all around
Sometimes soothes
Sometimes hardens life