On the 15th of January,
in the most imperfect time of the day
slightly disoriented, I came to see reality
inside those four blue walls
there I saw eyes of different lenses
an ocean of soaked papers
all drenched in a heavy atmosphere

As I took a sudden shift of caprice,
I found myself seeking for
a chained doorknob---
an opportunity as tough as a roadblock
all barefaced in a street
filled with confusing maps,
and lost ships,
and warning signs.

I was about to enter
the other side of the door
when I saw an emblem of
something worth looking for.

A seemingly empty space welcomed me
so formally, forgotten I was across an unknown sea
dressed in slacks and sleeves
prim and proper, I took a long deep breath
filling the massive hole in my chest
as I listened too carefully to
the man clad in golden vest
a powerful influence he is
a full believer of one's dreams
equipped with enormous fighting spirit
he who has has come to touch the lives
of young sailors like me
so I thought to myself at last,
an instrument of God has ignited the flame from within.

And as the clock continued its job,
the captains did the same
carrying a ton of enthusiasm
it all felt moving and motivating
I saw the golden passion in their eyes
as they held the handwheel of success
burning in an open fireplace
beaming I sat there as the rays
radiate down my veins
Patiently waiting for the tired sunset to fall
into a long deep slumber
a number of debris came pouring in,
all scattered into thin air
I told myself, finally
I somehow met reality.

In the following days,
I witnessed how the hurricane danced
around such empty space
unwelcomed thoughts started clouding up
uninvited guests coming up,
visiting each fireplace
yet this heart of mine began to crystallize
as I took a glimpse of all those captains
working the same, bathed in boldness
we were utterly warriors in the making!

I saw clouds and storms no longer
as I stood there utterly driven
in contemplation, I must tell
no loads of firewood could
ever shackle one's lifelong dream

Still dressed in slacks and sleeves,
high-spirited underneath
I told myself
finally, finally I met reality.

-c.v.

a/n: thank you for still taking the time to read my poems, your votes and support are truly appreciated. plus, a bit of funfact here: this piece was written two years ago with a seemingly naïve mind ready to get devoured in a somewhat open battle with no armor and all, but anyways i made some tiny revisions upon rereading this one. so, i hope you had a good day.