Beyond the horizon
Of a calm azure sea,
I have sailed through
Many storms, here
I am! I rest at the
Golden shore.
Just like the albatross ,
Riding the winds
Searching, learning,
Growing gradually
Accustomed to the
Turbulence of the
Forever tumbling
Gale. I have reached
The Golden Shore.
Fighting Titans, as I was
Sailing with heavy burdens
like Atlas of long
Before.
I have accepted my role,
Fulfilled my chores, and
Grew and learned and
Befriended the wind, the oceans,
And the waves.
I was awake in my dreams,
I was present in my wake,
And I submitted to my fate
With grace and wisdom.
I saw Medusa through
True mirrors and realized
That its beauty is fake.
I counted stars while
I stood upon the ground
Firm and strong.
I am not Icarus, I understood,
I learned not to
Trust falsehood.
I kept my head straight,
Fish rot from the head
Down, they said. I learned.
Through storms, and alluring
Brass beaches, I fought,
Like a true warrior inviolable.
Like Tarik, who burned all
His ships upon reaching
The Golden Shore.
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