Life-long Voyage
Frustration has taken its toll.
Onion layers are about to unfold.
Slowly but surely,
I feel the fire building within me.
Burning meaningful bridges;
Soon I'll be left with ashes.
With nobody to come to my rescue;
I'm down to a one person crew.
It's time to take my ship asail.
The less weight I have aboard,
The less likely I am to fail.
At this point,
nothing can alter my thoughts.
Especially not after the internal battles I've fought.
I'm less likely to be swayed;
Less likely to be betrayed.
The tide is less threatening,
The more I start listening.
My search for peace is cut short,
Because now I am at shore.
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