“Ho!” cried the captain, “Aye” yelled the sailor,
I stood up, broke my cuffs, and walked out of my trailer.
It was hustle all around, the cop had caught a traitor,
“Do you need help sir?” shouted the gaily tailor!
It was the decision that took the ages,
To leave all behind like the sages.
Peace is what I want,
Not the luxury, not the high wages.
The sky was blue, and the sun had shone,
I twitched my forehead, and before I knew, I was reborn.
As I was numb, the vintage blew its horn,
Brought me back to present, got me out of my mourn.
The nights used to haunt me, made me cry each dawn,
But I had to wake up, forget it all in a yawn.
There are days ahead of me, new experiences to be worn,
Since the ones I am wearing, are already torn.
So, I called out for that tailor, asked him if he can help,
The old man explained, “Travel on your journey, without no help”
I couldn’t reply, in my mind a weak yelp,
He gave his card, name, Timothy Shelp.
The siren was blown, the ship was about to leave,
I had my cold feet, but I knew I had to believe.
Have faith that post this journey, all the pain shall relieve,
I jumped on board, closed my eyes tight, and took a sigh of heave.
The first night was so hard, barely slept at all,
There were demons haunting me, and some scary soul.
I woke, I drank, and cried like a baby,
The heart did get tad light, before it was heavy.
Weather changed, moisture was evident,
Sailors were working hard, but all were spent.
Hours stopped, Gods watched, as I fought the ferocious storm,
Arms and brain busy, but the heart missed the home.
It happened so quickly, don’t know what occurred,
Storm wont go, and there were wounds that I suffered.
The journey was never going to be easy, for that’s how is life,
So to protect myself, I carried a gun, and sharp knife.
But when the Gods come to take your test,
Nothing much you can do, even if you’re the best.
I showed my strength, I fought with my power,
But the clouds won’t go, always they’d hover.
Finally I gave up, embraced it as it came,
Suddenly the clouds vanished, wind whispered my name.
It said son! Strength is not in your arms, it’s what you have within,
Was I dead, was it the God, or is it my pappy, 360 degree I did spin.
I mumbled, I jumbled, I stumbled and I crumbled,
Said some words, passed out, but it was all fumbled.
Next few hours, waves carried me to a new town,
I was unconscious, the sailors must’ve saved me, didn’t let me drown.
I was wearing a new rag,
Must be the sailors’ gag.
I searched for my bag,
Who took my stuff? Some ugly hag?
Days passed at the land unknown,
I could walk again, healed bone by bone.
I feel better, and fresher inside me,
There is a hope, for every lock there is a key.
There are birds that wake me now,
And I do get up somehow.
There are changes in me I feel,
I have started looking up, no longer kneel.
I walk through the woods, discover who I am, learn something each day,
I love the beauty around me, watch the horses eating the hay.
This doesn’t have an end yet, there is so much distance I need to walk,
Timothy Shelp was right, journey is mine, I need to fly like a hawk.