My steps drag,
my eyes droop,
my shoulders sag
as I walk on.
I'm sapped of all
strength,
making up for night
after night
of fatigue.
But I look to
the lighthouse,
unceasing, steady
in its sight.
Night after night,
it has lit
a safe path
for seafarers
whether the ocean
is calm
or enraged.
In the face of
this strife
and labored breath,
I look to the lighthouse
to keep me
from drowning
myself
in my own
despair.
(Nov. 7, 2008)
Image is of the lighthouse of Cape Bojeador, Burgos, Ilocos Norte
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