for the last few months i have been so busy reorganizing my life, rearranging certain activities under new headings and trying to see things from a different angle. it's a work in progress and i think i still have a lot to do before i can finally admit to myself that i have healed fully and ready to face life again with all of my former determination. the past 2 years have been tough, but i think i'm near the end of my struggles.
i've been a lot of poems lately, which will probably cause a lot of my friends and acquaintances to lift their eyebrows but for some reason i've been finding some hidden meanings in some of them. i've been told that pain and newly found maturity can do that…
i know that a lot people find emily dickinson's poems too dark and morbid, but for the moment i draw strength from some of her lines
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So Sailors say — on yesterday –
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up its strife
And gurgled down and down.
So angels say — on yesterday –
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat — o'erspent with gales –
Retrimmed its masts — redecked its sails –
And shot — exultant on!