A Poem Written By The Water
By Jeremy Hunt
I sat next to the sounds of rushing water as water streamed down my face and I — a withered amalgamation of flesh — floating and reflecting over decades of disappointments, generations of almost, and millenniums of tribulations.
Yet through it all — I did not sink; I did not drown; I chose to swim.
The shadows of my past; shapeless; without faces; only traces of outlines of what was once filled with tangible dreams, warm bodies, and unquenchable ambitions — now vacant.
I am now awaiting new temporary experiences that will leave its impressions pressed and infused in what is left of this life.
Nothing lasts forever; the foreverness of the inevitable being the unavoidable will always occur, and to exist with this truth will soften the blows of life.
My healing will not take the entirety of my life — I shall live and let life be my medicine.
With every breath in my body, I breathe out, “I am the captain of my ship and the master of my destiny,” I choose to swim.
I will not fail; what is failure? Of course, I will succeed, but what is success?
I run, but what am I running away from? I choose to fight, but what is it that I am fighting?
I am fighting you, your expectations of me, and who you believe I ought to be.
I, myself; is enough to war with, and every day I fully accept the challenge — and I am choosing to withdraw from your fight.
I do not wish to carry the pressure you so passionately expect me to accept — I respectfully decline.
It is clear that we are fine art by the way we are constantly critiqued and examined, and I am always in a state of critique, and I am choosing merely — to be!
Written December 24, 2021, | Wimberly, TX
Thank you for reading — Jeremy Hunt