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The smell of the salty ocean,

The crash of the mighty waves,

My mind flooded with emotion,

Stuck in my own dark caves


I saw the light at the end,

Of this long and dreadful cavern,

Within that light I saw a friend,

Whom's ways I yearned to learn


How did they find their way,

Between here and there, 

All I could see was grey,

I worried how I’ll fare


I ran and ran, pushing my soul,

My eyes focused only on the goal, 

And in doing so, I failed to see,

All that was right in front of me


I kept falling down, 

And while I kept getting up,

I always wore a frown,

And was close to giving up


The smell of the salty ocean,

The crash of the mighty waves,

I took a deep breath,

And steadied my pace


From the small elegant pebbles,

To the large monstrous rocks, 

And the air that resembles, 

The indoors of the outdoors,

I was trapped in an open box


I took in all of it,

The sights, smells, and sounds,

Even though I was in a pit,

I knew I could get out


As I stopped trying so hard,

I realized I was finally aware,

That the goal was not greater,

Than the path to getting there


As I embraced my journey,

Instead of trying to leave it behind, 

I felt a hand reach out to me, 

From the friend I had in mind.


-Ven

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 1, 2021 at 4:25 PM

    the title should be
    The smell of the salty ocean,

    The crash of the mighty waves,

    My mind flooded with emotion,

    Stuck in my own dark caves



    I saw the light at the end,

    Of this long and dreadful cavern,

    Within that light I saw a friend,

    Whom's ways I yearned to learn



    How did they find their way,

    Between here and there,

    All I could see was grey,

    I worried how I’ll fare



    I ran and ran, pushing my soul,

    My eyes focused only on the goal,

    And in doing so, I failed to see,

    All that was right in front of me



    I kept falling down,

    And while I kept getting up,

    I always wore a frown,

    And was close to giving up



    The smell of the salty ocean,

    The crash of the mighty waves,

    I took a deep breath,

    And steadied my pace



    From the small elegant pebbles,

    To the large monstrous rocks,

    And the air that resembles,

    The indoors of the outdoors,

    I was trapped in an open box



    I took in all of it,

    The sights, smells, and sounds,

    Even though I was in a pit,

    I knew I could get out



    As I stopped trying so hard,

    I realized I was finally aware,

    That the goal was not greater,

    Than the path to getting there



    As I embraced my journey,

    Instead of trying to leave it behind,

    I felt a hand reach out to me,

    From the friend I had in mind.



    -Ven

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