The Sailor
I saw a sailor ride through a storm once.
I watched him struggle as I stood on dry land
I saw him shake his fists towards the heavens
and I watched the waves ripple
effectively through his seed like faith as his boat swayed from side to side and I mocked him.
I called him weak....spineless and yelled
"Look at him! He fell apart at the sight of a few grey clouds. Where lies his so-called faIth"
Then came my time to venture into the storm
The waves hit harder
The night seemed darker.
I called out into silence for help and there came no answer.
The boat swayed.. I watched my faith fade.
I shook my clenched fists,
I fell apart
I became him.. I became the very sailor I mocked
Copyright © Nokuthula Lumba | Year Posted 2022
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