Hop in my little voyager,
I will show you the ways of the water.
Let us paddle,
the glimmering sea seems a crystal pond of wonder.
Look under the boat.
A vast life spectacle in there, you will see.
Ignore the sirens calling.
Keep your paddles, heed my warning.
The wind is your friend,
listen to it and let your sail set free.
Never forget.
For my shell and limbs hold only wisdom, not strength.
I can see the shore,
the meaning of life, your long-lost treasure.
We have arrived, my little voyager.
Though it has not ended, there’s more to find beyond here.
This poem was born from late nights, quiet doubts, and a stubborn kind of hope.
It became my official entry for the Poetry Writing event—and somehow, it found its way to 2nd place.
It became my official entry for the Poetry Writing event—and somehow, it found its way to 2nd place.
