El Serpent Lies in Wait
No matter the effort to suppress and surpass, pride always seems to find a hole to inject the toxins deep inside. Fairing the storm hoping for the sun to shine, wasn’t until after the last rain drop hit the deck, a realization, there’s no water in the bucket left to drink. Looking back at the clouds, licking sand paper induced lips, maybe under the lightning was exactly where the need was to be.
A struggle of survival, whether it be the wilderness or mental thought process, dancing under the clap of thunder while the bass rings the bell of faith in a sanctuary where the gospel sings out. Wanting answers, justice, or maybe some peace, it’s never found in the place it supposed to hang out. Self abandonment concerning the situation being played on the big screen, a look in the mirror shows the skeleton of reflection hiding in the hull.
Turning the sails to face it head on, nothing left but a crusty smile and yellow teeth reflecting the light in an attempt to finalize the quest. A sip from the jug of rum with one hand at the helm, flying straight into the eye of the hurricane fomenting at the idea that it’s an adventure of growth you’ll never truly overcome.
Sincerely,
Nagolbud
