I, the metaphor ------- I, the sailboat, skimmed with ease atop the ocean's waves with playful speed and ceaseless grace I journeyed, day to day my sails were always open wide to the sun and drifting wind till the sky darkened, storms grew and I was trapped within the waves that once held me high now tore me to the ground my open sails and trusting frame were tossed, 'round and 'round to the bottom of the sea I sank helpless and alone but I felt a change go through me to something new, unknown I, the fish, learned to thrive beneath the ocean's waves with a cautious mind and full alert I swam on, through the dark I never turned my head, not once to the light above my new life I remained, safe and quiet free from any strife Till then at last, my eyes wandered to other creatures in the sea who drifted from the depths to shore peaceful and carefree I thought of a past of joy and laughs of someone, locked in the past but I sought to grab the key again and to become free at last I, the turtle, crawled ashore to the rough and gritty sand I pushed on relentlessly joruneyed tremendously through hardships and plights The sun beat down, rough some days 'till I wished the heat away then darkness settled in and I longed, again, for day Life trailed on, a snaking path of places and states long gone I refused to look back, even once as my life went on and on I, the person, metaphorically lived in a life built of my design Across oceans and forests skies and trails from every metaphorical word
Author's note: My lit mag finished submissions for our spring edition and I decided not to submit this since publishing 5 poems in one magazine seems to be more than enough, so- uh- have this i kinda like this poem. yay metaphors and melodrama.
