Poetry
Quicksand
stuck in the middle of somewhere
for now it seem I’m off to nowhere
all around help is in breach
and people intimate are out of reach
The more i struggle to crank
In it more i successfully sank
Came then along an angel to preach
Saying the sand has but a lesson to teach
My situation is in the brink of a brink of stalemate
Indiscrete move would land me in a checkmate
I left my laden body floating in sand
Missing the solid hand of beloved land
No care and no fear
My confidence was soon tear
I began to slip slightly away
Fighting for my life to not sway
I braced to make one last hay
My agony someone did hear
To give a dampen coat of hope to wear
He can’t get me out of the trap
I have to, leaving behind my crap
Embracing myself to rise at slow rate
I began to slowly re-write my fate
Began i a search for the unseen lever
A plan to me that seems unclever
Suddenly i vanished into the safe length
On my lips lie a smile, the joy of the lesson learnt
Source: PoemHunter Poetry Series, 2013.