Tempests May Come
I'm weaker than you
And just as frightened.
I have cowed and hoarded
While you braved harsh years
Holding back nothing.
Your pilgrimage cannot be appropriated or diluted
You journey to please No One but your Gods.
You understood from fledgling human connaissance
Your body and extended Body are but vessels
That They may guide your soul.
I don't know how to help you
And in my cowardice
Believe I can't
Sail ye on, you are the glory that They dream.
Copyright © Joanna Flick | Year Posted 2015
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