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The Sea of My Soul.

Updated on July 17, 2012

First, an apology:

I have been having some problems with my computer recently, and as a result I have been neglecting to keep up with Hubpages. For this I sincerely apologise to any regular readers I may have, or just to my fellow hubbers in general. I hope my technical issues will be resolved soon!

In the meantime, and by way of an apology, I have posted below a poem which I wrote recently. I hope you enjoy it! And please do comment, I always appreciate any feedback!

LF x

The Sea of My Soul: A Poem.

As storm clouds fill the skies above, angry and foreboding,
the ocean below grows dark and restless.
As though the troubled waters hold a secret, the secret of a life unfulfilled.
The turbulent waters which rage and crash, have become a troubling omen to me.

The boat in which I sit, alone and weary, shakes and rocks in the turbulent sea.
I search for shore, but finding none, I have to wait in the limbo of the troubled waters surrounding me.

The dark, crashing ocean seems so vast and endless, I wonder if I will ever find the shore.
Will I ever again see the light of home?
Or, as I fear, am I destined to sail these stormy seas forevermore?

And if these crashing waves, the storm clouds and the rain, are to become all I know;
Will I learn to live in the uncertainty of the stormy sea?
Will I make this boat my home, and allow this just to be?

Or else should I dive overboard, and attempt to swim to shore?
And if this course of action I should take, will I survive alone, in the stormy ocean of this life?
Will I ever be rescued? Or shall I have to swim the turbulent seas alone, ever searching for the shore?

My secret fears, which now fill this ocean, are like circling sharks before me.
Waiting for the chance to rip apart my hopes and dreams.
So for now I sit, in this shaky boat. Holding fast to the hope, that soon the storm will quiet,
the seas will calm, and I will find the shore...

The End.

- A Poem By Literature Fairy (c)


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      Holly Jackson 5 years ago from England, UK.

      Thanks Jenna! And thanks for following,

      LF x

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      Jenna Pope 5 years ago from Southern California

      Beautiful poem! I can relate to being stuck in a boat on a stormy sea! Voted up.