Though the storm prevails,
It’s wind guides my sails
And yet,
Many advise me to seize,
My heart, forever grieves
Like the rocking waves,
Loyal for a price
What’s the price?
Trust,
For fear drowns,
And trust is but a float
Still…I press onwards
At least these waves will caress my woes
For none other is brave enough to face these waters…
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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