Crossing
When I stood at the edge of a vast boundless ocean,
People whispered,
“Do you know there are sharks?”
“Currents that gnaw at bones?”
“Waves that have swallowed dreams before they were known?”
“Is it worth it? What could possibly be out there?”
I smiled with eyes like dimmed lanterns,
Humans have sharper teeth than sharks.
So, I stepped in—
The ocean pushed back with the wrath of ancient kings,
Crashing with the weight of every doubt I’ve ever met.
Some rose over my head like glass mountains,
Some pulled at my ankles like jealous ghosts.
Creatures with many eyes and poisonous tentacles
Watched from below—
Then reached from the shadows that coiled across my path,
Slithered whispers to weaken my will.
But I,
Kept my gaze forward,
Refusing to let my steps falter.
I am floating now,
My spine is a mast,
My breath is the wind,
My will is stitched to the stars above.
There is more ocean ahead,
But I am certain,
Something awaits,
Something fine,
Something mine.