A random what's app message from an ex colleague asking for an opinion about a poem (nothing was divulged about its origin) resulted in my editing/reworking/fooling around with the initial text at her behest.
The before and after follow :-
Before:
Wave by wave, the water hits my skin
Crashing into me, taking me down
My thoughts are scattered with every blow
Peace fills me up even as I drown.
Happiness is a distant goal
Life is a winding labyrinth
Day by day, I'm picked apart whole
My conscience the only constant
Questions go unanswered, dreams have me on the hook
The rat race makes me question my ability
Will this tide ever guide me?
Will it ever save me from onlooker's pity?
I realise there's no need to fight, a burning fire consumes me.
Change comes from within, evolution the only way to survive
I embrace my problems, become one with them.
I've never been so clueless yet never been so alive.
After:
Self Help
Wave upon wave.
Salt water on skin.
Forming a skein,
all enveloping.
Thoughts scatter.
Scramble. Surge. Storm.
Are still.
Divine drowning.
Happiness?
Self actualisation?
Enlightenment?
Nirvana?
Seven habits.
The eighth habit.
The law of attraction.
Life; a pecsniffian Janus.
The conscience.
A tenuous tether.
An anchor.
At sea.
The high seas.
Tempestuous.
Questions.
More questions.
Dreams; a mirage.
The quest.
What quest?
Clueless. Calm. Convenient.
Lachrymal.
Salt water on my skin.
***
Definitely not a poet.
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