Where Sails Scrape the Sky

Where do I belong

in a world of hate and pain, 

selfishness thrives.

We remain unyielding to—

change.

Winds consume me.

Overpowering. 

The sails of the boat hang loose.

I fight in vain to sail against its gusts—

how futile are the acts I commit

to go against. 

We cannot fight gravity.

We cannot fight nature.

We cannot fight change.

However, there is an end to every storm

A light that shines. 

A bird that chirps with the delight of an innocent child. 

Though we may try,

time’s steady tempo marches on

over life and death. 

I find solace in its stubborn continuance, 

the promise of a new start after 

rain subsides. 

In the end, I am

everything that is not evil— I am

the light that shines at

the end of a storm.