The Link
Back then..
At the sea,
We made lines together,
I held onto your waist,
Making a line right behind you.
When the waves came,
We let them carry our traces along their path.
I remember, our linked selves being pulled by the waves back then,
Like carriages of a train, each tied to the other in perfect harmony.
As soon as the waves pulled the line,
you said, "The train is rolling out!"
Our bare feet sank into the sand,
Grasping at it like brakes.
I truly enjoyed it.
However, a different story happened,
When the waves carried our traces too far,
The line broke suddenly.
We ran toward the shore,
Both of us were afraid of being drowned in the sea.
I gazed into the distance,
Far out toward its center,
Feeling the weight of my fears,
I wondered,
How deep is it?
If I went there,
Would I be able to come back?
The thought of the deep sea loomed within me,
Filling my heart with an empty volume.
I was too afraid to drown,
I feared I might disappear into the depths,
Losing more than just myself.
I think I will not play with the link anymore,
Perhaps some links are better left unformed,
For the sake of maintaining the delicate balance of their creation.
Yanma Hidayah
Sat 12th Oct 2024 13:58
@Stephen Gospage Thank you..