Rising up out of the ocean
Impossible, yet there you are
Striding always towards me
Frighteningly bizarre
A scene from a childhood dream
That does never fade away
A presence, always so heavy
A snear, always on display
I knew what horror awaited me
One the ocean would no more hide
It never should have been this way
But that, I could not decide
The nightmare has long since ceased
You no longer menace me so
So why is it the ocean still calls me
Why, to its edge, must I still go
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Often we find the abuse more than its victimisation becomes a training for a life after the abuse and abuser have exited centrestage. Powerful expression here TFS.
really relatable, I like the striking imagery as well
forgive me, I couldn't help but be inspired
to scribble a little poetic reply:
(I think Captain Ahab's main failing
wasn't necessarily
going after that leviathan
it was more the fact that
he allowed his hatred to blind him
of the small blessings around him
his loyal crew, his sister
and how profitable their hunt was
which would have helped to limit
what he willingly sacrificed to get his leg back..
and thus, we too
at times need to offset
those leviathan trauma's, plaguing our minds
against
what we currently possess in our lives
that's how
we can continue to walk away from those cliff edges
and find our way back, to our survival shorelines)
Ah, love the thought provoking comparison. There are other ways to look at the monster and other consequences. Thanks again for reading and commenting.
Very real! Thanks for sharing
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