sailing alone across the vast seas,
without a map, where will life lead me?
cutting the waters with a failing ship,
on wooden helm I'm losing grip,
but if I choose the way back home,
will I ever feel belonged?
and if I choose the way ahead,
my visions are filled with dread.
strong is the wind the storm blows,
shall I regret this path I chose?
this hail pours and rips my skin,
on the waters are swirling fins,
if I cannot make it alive,
I will miss great things in life,
but if I restore my faith again,
is it all worth it in the end?
- Jayvie O.
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Poetry10th Poetry Anthology A collection of poems I've written during this phase of being a failure to everyone: the suppressed thoughts and emotions, the doubts and frustrations, the verge of losing my sunshine in the storms, and some moments of walking...
