The weeping storm sent salty wind flying upon my face. I had once listened to the whispered promise it told my blossoming heart, drawing out my darkest desires. The ancient blood of my ancestors ran through me as I accepted this offer. To go out to sea, not to watch the seashells and the lime wood trees on the coast, but to sail through the screaming wind and accept the change that was taking me. I wasn't a boy building sand castles on the beach, I was a man who had inherited the longing to spend nights at sea, with stale food and sleepless nights. Who, now whenever I step foot on land, I long for my crew, the salty sea, and the time we all spent together.
-19/10/2023
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Rise Above (My Writing Book: Poetry, Haiku, Etc)
PoetryA collection of me trying out and practising forms of writing. Including poetry, haiku, anaphora loops, etc. This book is me completely experimenting with different writing styles. I am a complete newbie poet and amateur writer just publishing my wo...
