Little Boat


I’ve walked across clear blue waters and silver sand
Seashell bound beaches and unexplored land
I’ve seen imperfection
Endured imperfection
And I’ve learned that life isn’t based on mere appearances
But experiences
My life is uncharted and unforetold
I’ve yet to live
I’ve yet to see
But I will allow the ocean to navigate me
After all, in the end,
I am one with the sea

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Life is man's most precious gift and we all start from somewhere; innocent and unknowing. However, one way or another we always find our direction. That's what this poem is about; the good times, the hard times, and how both shape us into who we are today.