PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The Gods have thrown us into the waters of this earth.

Some of us have been close to shore,

Others in the strange and weary depths

Where monstors lurk in the deep dreary silence.



Some have built their houses on land already,

While others swim never knowing where the beach really is.



Still others are cast into frigid waters off the ice caps,

Their movement is slow but steady.



TAt times, things must seem crazy,

As there is someone who always wants that reference point.

They constantly dive to the bottom to "touch",

To know that where ever they are,

They are making progress,

And get tired easily.



Yet, every so often,

A few get caught in the Bermuda triangle,

Lost souls, who never seem get out.



Compare yourself not by where others are at,

You didn't start where they did.

Inspire people where you are,

They are the ones who will heed it most.

And sometimes progress is not measured by what you can see,

But by the presence you can feel.



No the Gods are not crazy,

They threw enough strong ones in with the weak,

So all could make it home.

And they threw a few weak in with us, to keep us humble,

Because we all are important to the larger picture.

Maybe the ones we help swim,

Are the ones who build the great society's on the shore,

When we ourselves can't...and wouldn't know where to start.



And maybe,

Instead of feeling like we're constantly drowning,

We need to take time and remember,

To have fun splashing,

To feel freedom,

To see the beauty and life around us in all worlds---

Not just in the places we expect it,

Or want to see it.



Life can treat you like a flood,

Or be the nourishing fountain that sustains you.

One can work with the current,

And one can go with the flow.



Everything in this life is choice,

Live for those who believe in you,

And not for those who don't.