The Golden Light

My sail is thrashed and torn

I am struggling to row across the dawn.

Where I stand in the middle of the sea, Waiting for my golden side to shine through the sky.

Many long years have passed, the struggle does not end. I am tired of seeking to reach the coastal line. 

But I don’t get the comfortable hand to fetch me to the side which will make me reach my golden side. 

Faith and hope are the only two sides that I feel will make me win my fight. 

The fight within me and the outside world, I know I can win and sail across the dawn of golden light.