Shoreless

I attempt to predict
but the future is blank

Snapshots only portray
the past, fragmented

Sunsets might suggest,
birds leak probabilities

But I want to peek
behind the final curtain

Cut through the noise
of popular currents

Life is two-faced
deception paired

And row as I might
fighting the flow

Manna follows its own rhythm
nips at my fears, like a tail wind

Nothing in it but to breathe
Lighten this intense need to know

(Image my own)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

21 thoughts on “Shoreless”

  9. A lovely poem despite being sad, VJ. It’s full of delicious imagery and metaphors. I especially love the lines-
    Sunsets might suggest,
    birds leak probabilities
    and
    Manna follows its own rhythm
    nips at my fears, like a tail wind

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