PORT IN A STORM

I TRAVEL THE SEA OF LIFE..
FROM THE FAR EAST TO THE NORTH
FLUTE MUSIC , A MELODY ECHOED IN MY SOUL
I AM A SEAFARER,A MOON MAIDEN
TRAVELING BY THE STARS...
TO FIND MY WAY HOME..
WITH EACH WAVE I RISE
LOOKING , ARMS REACH OUT,
EMPTY BOWLS OF BEGGARS,,,ASKING FOR A SINGLE GRAIN OF RICE
I COME HOME THIS PORT IN MY STORM..
TO PLANT EACH SEED WITH LOVE
AND I TOO MAY GROW...
SEARCHING
LEGLESS CHILDREN ..WANTING TO RUN..
CAN I FIND PROSTHESIS, ENUFF FOR A GENERATIONS OF WOULD BE RUNNERS
COULD BE JUMPING TO CONCLUSION , OF THE ILLUSION OF A WORLD WITHOUT LANDMINES...PHYSICAL, EMOTIONAL , AND SPIRITUAL...
I AM A WOMAN WITH WORDS,,STORIES TO BE TOLD
THAT FALL ON DEAF EARS IN A WORLD OF NOT MY PROBLEM, DOESN'T CONCERN ME..GOT A BEER.
SO I PLANT MY GARDEN AS I DREAM I SEE TOMORROW..AS TODAY I SEE THE PAST , TRANSGRESSIONS DONE ,
ONCE I GATHERED BERRIES, AND SMOKED FISH...NOW I GATHER KNOWLEDGE
THAT RAVELS AT THE SEAMS...
IN A WORLD FILLED WITH PAIN
NOT MUCH TO GAIN
WHEN YA CAN'T ...
HARVEST THE TRUTH