Sailing through the East coast

 

Friends on board, drinks in hand

 

Night as calm as the blue ocean water

 

Wanting to stay there a little longer

 

Clear dark sky, with nothing but the shimmering of the stars

 

A call back to a home long forgotten

 

You tremble, lost in this world of pain and torment

 

Lost in this world of cruel logic

 

And then you come back, listening to the whales

 

Cry and pound against the ship’s hull.

 

They know that you will soon leave,

 

But you never did

 

And these waves keep calling you back

 

Despite how far you try to get away.

 

This land is not your heaven;

 

This land is your hell.

 

420 days-10 080 hours – the supposed time required to master a skill

No matter how weak your will or, the pain you feel, this sacrifice is mandated to succeed for real

 

In times of uncertainty, and large quantities of H2O, unpredictable winds and an energetic current

 

The slowly fading smiles of the youth, at the sight of adversity, perhaps that is the difference from a rookie or a veteran,

 

The amount of time you sacrificed to become a better man, free of fear when pain is near,

In that moment is where inspiration in that moment is when the storm will clear.

 

A life of logic , reason, and opportunity.

 

Although life may not have always been sweet,

 

There always has to be a balance between the sweet moments and the bitter ones.

 

Sweet nectar in your life that you used to heal the bitter injuries of your soul

 

Only your shadow to accompany you,

 

But maybe that is enough

 

 

 

 

 

By: Sarah, David, and Abhay