By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor
The shining sun, the quiet breeze,
The tides and waves of oceans and seas,
The repetition of my inner voice cries out loud, no longer at peace.
I stop and reminisce, I stand and wonder,
To myself, I breathe and whisper,
For my spirit inside is battling a thunder.
My past is an antiquity,
My future, a mystery,
My present, yet to achieve its victory.
The forces of creation never neglect to inspire,
They bring strength, they bring desire,
Rapturous now, I quietly admire.
No doubt in mind, an assured will,
With the power of knowledge and a careful skill,
The dream I see, I must fulfill.
I board now, upon a new venture,
A fire inside, nowhere a quencher,
To discover it further, I slowly venture.