Splaur

What kind of friends do you have? Are they the ones who strengthen your resolve, or the ones who hold you back? In my class we read the narrow road of the interior, which is interlaced with many haiku poems. I thought I would finish off the experience with my own poem.  Touching the bright moon We have few limits, but friends Anchoring us down. Are your friends good or bad in this poem?

Once I stood on a promontory point The cascading wall of rain had me Like a hour glass pinned to the sand of time Surrounded by water, chopping at the air While beating unstoppable rhythms of fear Is retreat an option or must I remain fixed? As pelt after pelt wets my face. Isolated with only my thoughts for comfort Tasting hope in the fresh air, But still letting the wind tangle my hair, And finally to look for The sun moving through the clouds As an unquenchable fire To warm my very soul. No, I am not trying to be all philosophical. I was just upset and wrote this to comfort myself. (It worked because I do feel a little bit better).