I am but a meager fish in this world, a sardine lost at sea. For a long time I’ve looked, my own search party for me.
Everything was so loud, so wrong for so long. It finally got quiet in the realization of me. I was never lost or drifting away. I was actively swimming, consciously fleeing upstream.
Bonded to hardships by my own hand, caught in a net thrown by me.
Today I swim freely with that net trailing behind, forever stuck with me.
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Author:
Caveman (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A fish story, a catch, nicely told this poem speaks of freeing oneself from one's own net. Nicely done
Thank you, this is the first one I’ve really sat down and wrote in a long time. It awoke a passion I’d had long ago. Your comment is much appreciated.
You are very welcome
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