Water-winds encircle me
(and I do not have control
over Hurricane Despair
as it rips apart my soul...)
Is this all I have left now?
(as I crumble to the floor
that I used to call "foundation")
Is The Son beyond the shore?
Looking up beyond this chaos
(to a sphere beyond the haze),
a vessel broken in the darkness
feels the lights of Heaven's gaze.
And a holy voice (descending
through Despair's eye to my soul)
speaks to me in veneration:
"Master your fate. Captain your soul!"
Dec 28, 2021
Dec 28, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC
Water-winds encircle me
(and I do not have control
over Hurricane Despair
as it rips apart my soul...)
Is this all I have left now?
(as I crumble to the floor
that I used to call "foundation")
Is The Son beyond the shore?
Looking up beyond this chaos
(to a sphere beyond the haze),
a vessel broken in the darkness
feels the lights of Heaven's gaze.
And a holy voice (descending
through Despair's eye to my soul)
speaks to me in veneration:
"Master your fate. Captain your soul!"
This poem is an imitation in the style of "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley
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