Thursday, March 16, 2017


A life halted, wavering on the edge
of a promise well on its way to being fulfilled,
stands facing the vast ocean and strong winds -
tired, proud, unrecognizable, trying to hold still

Countless dreams, bold pursuits, a taste of success,
they all came with little choice,
hardening a soul meant to be light,
they were paid for with a voice

One that differed, cared, emboldened,
could laugh easily, and sought joy
It was not to be found in the strong winds,
that which was rare to have come by

A life coloured, by fading embers
of a fire that could have warmed some hearts,
steams away barely heard above the ocean,
much like a game of missed darts