Losing track of all profound thoughts
All I see in front of me are tunnels
When the water rise up there's no time
Just choose one and go for it
There's light at the end
Just walk pass the storm
Swim pass the riptide
You'll get there, eventually
In the middle of it all
Deep water, shallow tunnel, no light
My feet reached the ground
The light, though far, gets brighter
Acceptance is the root of understanding
I am planted beneath the waves
Unwavering, flourishing
Each step breed deeper roots
You really have to lose sight
To redefine yourself
Lose all sense of control
To live without anchors
YOU ARE READING
From My Midnight Notebook
PoetryA collection of poetry I wrote when the night sky is brighter than my thoughts
