James S’ Story
Let Go
I let go of my pride,
And for whatever reason I’m free…
Free to be, but what?
I dissolve into desires,
That were not made for me…
And lose myself in whimsy.
The sublime calls me,
Traps me perhaps…
As I dissolve into emotion,
Burning with desire to be…
And yet,
Not be –
I let go of my pride,
And sink into whatever needs to be,
Free and uncertain…
But free.
James Snaith
The Adventure
The serene sea calmly deposits me on the shore,
My turgid expectations dampened by reality,
The reality that I have come home…
The long battle I’ve fought is one I can finally leave behind,
Whilst the challenges stand before me –
Not ready perhaps for the strength I have found,
Found in surviving.
The locus of my being has shifted,
As is its wot to do in life…
Shifted and changed to allow me to grow,
To go beyond surviving…
To go further than I thought I ever would,
Into thriving.
I may set sail again upon the sea of emote,
Other adventures call me, beckon me…
I am no fool though.
Some I will sail willing to explore –
And others I will sail because life demands I do.
One can never ignore life and its promise of what will be…
Any more than one can shy away from the farthest shore,
We all reach at the end.
But adventure beckons…
It calls,
And my soul craves a taste of this thing we call life.
Beware challenges,
You may not be ready for me!
Have at it,
And stand ready…
I have more tricks up my sleeve!
James Snaith
