So, here I am… swimming alone…in an ocean filled with both light and darkness. And I’m starting go under… and also I’m taking too much of it’s water in as I slowly start to give up my panic. I find in my heart though that I’m not really afraid of drowning at all. I think this is because I’ve finally given up on the illusion of a worldly forever…so here I am… sinking into an abyss of absolute mystery with no more panic… so I’m letting go… gulp… gulp… gulp… goodbye… goodbye.
Letting go in the ocean of my end… PR 50/50
Published by Pack Redfeather
I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota. View more posts
