Driftwood

[u/real_ppx]

I wrote this poem originally in Flemish, so posting in English is a bit outside my comfort zone. I was told that's where the magic happens, so here goes:

Driftwood

Once I was driftwood
Broken, cast upon the shore
Salt still lingering in my mouth

Faded wood, battered by the water
Spat out by roaring waves
Never completed, never sound

A shivering castaway was I
Never to be found
Seeking clarity and light
I scoured the beach with all my might
Found nothing but loss and regret

Yet driftwood wasn't meant to be my fate
Horizon lines weren’t the end goal
Luckily, I wasn’t late
Through my inner strength I came to know:
I was my own rescue raft
Saved my own soul

Thanks to strong nails
A splash of paint, a surge of delight
Empowering thoughts beyond the end
Slow became swift overnight

Driftwood was no more

A chair I became for the weary traveler
Or a coat rack holding winter coats secure
A table for restless, wild children
Gathered close, forever sure

More I've become
Than I ever dreamed

It feels so right
To stand here whole
Beautiful and complete

Ready for the break of dawn

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[u/CertainAstronomer479]

I may be a bit snoopy but if this poem ever had a response poem or a sequel I’d truly love to read it

[u/real_ppx → u/CertainAstronomer479]

Noted! Lately, I've been dealing with writer's block, so this helps me keep going.