Wanderer above the sea of fog

A poem based on prompt #12 @ Poetry Playground

Perched on a rock

a sea of fog staring back

Should I wait for the sun to shine bright

& dispel the haze, clearing the sight

but the chances are slight

So, here I put my little boat of hope

& get on that sea of fog

amidst the high tides of fear, despair & a feeling of low.

Waiting, loving eyes tugging at my soul

they become the anchor, helping me to the shore

Intuition is my compass, giving me directions

Yet I doubt the navigation

How far is the horizon ?

There’s no lighthouse, no other crew…

Maybe I don’t sail through

& land up at the sea floor

It’ll be worth to discover the treasure trove

the pearls of learning, not to be found standing on that rock

My wanderlust makes me the warrior, if not a winner

I’m just a wanderer above the sea of fog

Maybe I make it or it’s a loss

The journey’s hard but it never goes for a toss…

So, let’s dive into our infinite seas of fog… however turbulent or calm !

there’s more to gain, than it does the harm…