Sailor of the last mile blues

9 months of solitary life inside a dark cave.
Sailing on waters with confined directions.
But constantly fed by the goddess without any hassle
Never did i know the word called hunger.

Months passed by, I increased her burden even more.
But never did she show any dissent towards me.
Rather I felt her love every single time,
As gently as it could be, just like the subtle morning breeze.

One fine day, I found my way out of the cave.
A sense of elation gripped me for having attaining freedom.
But it was the goddess who helped me find it.
Unable to thank her enough, I rowed my way out.

Having seen the outside sea somehow,
I knew there were bigger tides to come.
Atleast not right away, but some miles down the lane.
for they would await me for a face-off.

I rowed my way all along the sea,
Dressed up in a new attire,
I could see numerous other ones like mine
Trying to find ways in different directions.

Years passed by, I grew up a matured sailor.
Still finding the best way possible to the nearest island.
Unclear of the storm ahead.
I continued to sail on.

My boat moved on just like i wanted it to.
Invariably towards the turbulent winds
Pulling the flags hard to get back on course,
Unwillingly succumbing to it sometimes.

As I sailed through different shores, hoping for a company
I found a divine angel, as if it was awaiting me
I moved towards her hurriedly everytime,
Only to find her standing many a mile.

I kept moving farther away from all of them
unknowing of when i would topple.
The fear of losing to the tides was on my mind.
With tears in the eyes and with an optimistic heart,
I continued rowing my sailing boat.