Your post got me thinking about a poem I wrote last year...I posted it on H2O but I thought I'd
post it here too...
Es
"Shipwreck"
by Lily Paige
The water is rising fast.
It washes over
the feet of the guilty
along with the innocent.
It chills to the core,
but most are too preoccupied
to care or notice
the waves closing around them.
Many are afraid,
hiding within towering walls
that shield their eyes from fearsome sights,
but offer no protection.
Many stop moving,
stand mutely shivering,
Others look for oars to try to steer,
to change the boat's direction.
Some fight each other, some fight themselves:
wasting precious seconds of their fragile lives.
Thinking that they have no control,
over who lives, and who dies.
Never realizing
that their war is a fiction
...the boat is at all times
in view of the shore.
A short swim,
and one giant leap
from their position,
is the stability of land.
They refuse stubbornly
to accept what they see,
in their desperation to believe,
too afraid to understand.
I've opened my eyes
and ears once deaf to the cries
of those too frightened to
make their own decisions
Knowing these are more
than the prophesied 'sighs'
of people chosen to be
God's nation
I take a deep breath,
my time is now:
breathe a final prayer, shut my eyes,
and step off the bow
The sea rushing upward
bringing toward me my calling
be it heaven or hell,
striking now...I stop falling
Some of those around me
near the beach, don't go on,
waiting instead for rescue
that will never come.
Their fear keeps them captive
their beliefs borne of hate,
denying salvation's in their hands,
until it's far too late.
Through the flailing and shouting
I struggle, I strive,
Through my own unique failings,
to find truth through the lies
They shun and berate me,
as their 'faith' drags them down,
they refuse my assistance,
and curse me as they drown
They can't understand why
I float, though they sink:
even as I keep shouting
"To survive, you must think."
I struggle to the shore and
claw my way onto land,
then my strength starts to rally,
and I finally stand
I stare into the sea
at familiar faces with tears,
at the scene of destruction
that was not what it appeared.
I am grateful that I did not give up my life
surrendering who I am,
though I cry for the others
who have needlessly died.
They could not keep me down,
At last, free from their grip,
Salvation came with reality,
Of giving up their sinking ship.
~2000