Journey to Shore

About 5 fingers...

And a million miles below the sea 

I looked up and saw a way to set my mind free

So I floated out of the bottom-less hole of watery despair

That I realized only because of me was still there

Up I floated 

Past the self-analytical seaweed

And watched those who were tangled in them beg and plead

For someone or something to get them what they thought they would need

So that they can rise up and succeed

But because no one could do the requested deed

The fishes became the only success they would feed 

As they drowned 

And into to bottomless hole they went down

But up I still floated through the present here and the now

Up and up and up I went

Past a sinking ship

Where I could see all the devastating dents

And the sails that had been ripped

Yet three passengers still held on 

With a resilient grip

Through the flow of the water out flowed of each of there thoughts

All with similar symptoms as if it was a disease that they all had caught

The first one said:

"The ship has sunk because of me"

"I don't deserve to be above the water where I'm free"

"So I will go down with the ship that I helped build"

"May this self-fulfilling prophesy be fulfilled

And with that last thought the first one died

Without giving "moving on" a good try

That was when the second one said:

"Dis damn ship sunk because of them!"

"I am surrounded by stupidity again and again"

"But what can I do, their all my friends"

And on that thought he died

With a self-made dead end

The third one then looked at his friends all confused

And said "why would you just give up like that and lose"

Oh no I refuse to go down that way to

Yet he took no real action

So death 

Is what he decided to do

Upon getting closer to the ship began to see

That the three passengers who had drowned looked exactly like me

So I swam over to them

Making sure their eyes had gratefully closed

And then up above them I rose

And up and up I went with a new found purpose

Until suddenly it seemed I shot up and smashed through the surface

And for about minute my mouth touched the clarity-filled air

Until the waves of my will crashed into me saying "you can't stop here"

"You absolutely can not rest 

Until you've reached successes shore

You've yet still given it your very best

But your almost there 

Just a little more"

And with a push of those waves off I began

To swim towards these beautiful lands

And when I finally reached there I toke a grip of it's sand in my hand

Looked to the sky with a smile and started to stand

I stood up in!...

What seemed to be my bed

To find upon my desk a journal that said:

"To all who have read this

And see what this journey captures

With your 5 fingers

Go grasp the success that your after"

The Movement Continues...

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