Peace Beyond and Across the River - by Ann Jasmine Tumininu

She...Once... She once sailed on a boat,Taking the course of life; With no destination in particular - just sailing Being driven by the winds and waves. And on that voyage,Caring less; and having no sense of direction of her own,She followed the wind of deceit,Obeyed the current of greed, and Complied with the flow of disobedience. Oblivious to the sediments of guidance,She sailed faster into carelessness.Not willing to take heed to the meanders of correction,She propelled faster into the eddy of downfall,Submitted to the tributaries of non-chalance; andEnded up in a channel of mayhem. It began with the keel,And then the hull,It started with a small crack; and then a chip.Her sail was torn with lies,And she couldn't control the rudder anymore.Alas! her boat began to sink in the channel of misery. Providence sought her haven.Her Nurturer beat her chest in grief,Her Protector bowed his head.The Nest was moist in pain,And she was consumed with shame -She had just lost the Anchor's dignity and trust. With her boat sinking in misery,Fought the urge to drown in despair,She was in the dilemma of having to choose;To either end the cruise or continue the voyage.She began swimming in depression,And bathed with guilt and regret.She had no resolve to continue the quest with shame. With a deep reflection on her repulsive adventure,She made a big decision -A resolution of change and resilience.Shutting the thoughts of self condemnation,And with the drop of trust from the harbour,She began again. Painting the deck with strength,Sewing her sail with threads of wisdom.Cleaning the mast with integrity and obedience,And repairing her rudder with courage.Decorating the cabin with her scars,To serve as a reminder - a reminder of error. Not being driven by the winds and currents,But dictating to the velocity and waves,And not giving way to foolishness. Resuming her odyssey,And vowing not to make blunders;Not willing to fail her Nest, and most importantly- herself.Though tides appears here and there,And she does make lapses sometimes.Thus, she might not be perfect as she wants to be, but She is better than who she was,With a greater sense of responsibility. And there she was,As the breeze of recollection brought these remembrance.Amidst the golden yellow Sun setting,Casting its glimmering lights on the river's surface;As she passaged,Sailing to an island of a better Her.

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