Dreams are an anchored boat
Which holds the lost Man fast,
While the earth crumbles beneath his broken feet.
The world is thrashing and pulsating unbearable heat,
And anguish engulfs the weak,
As they drown in their unbridled fears.
In the midst of misery and despair
The lost Man gracefully rides the waves
Of unbound fears
And sunken hopes.
The lost Man,
With nothing tangible to hold,
Has a vibrant heart,
More precious than any gold.
It is filled with dreams,
And he will not see his Judgment Day.
About the Author:
Rebecca recently graduated cum laude from George Washington University in Washington, DC, with majors in psychology and women’s studies. She is interested in social justice issues and constitutional law, is completing a Law School Aptitude Test prep course and accepted a position with a law firm in Albany. She has served as a content editor for two books.
