Polaris

Gazing upon the dark night

Lies the castaway

As usual

He covers himself with his prickly quilt,

The only thing, in this cold region

That can give him a glimpse, of what he’s missing.

A painful remedy, one might say

Though what he fears the most, would be so great 

That a slow and painful night, he’d rather pay

Surrounded he is, by night crawlers and a few friendly apes

But who’s to say, only darkness seems to await.

As still as he can, the castaway must stay.

Perhaps, tonight could be the night

That the unfortunate man will be freed from his own mind

But many times, he’s been so close

To finding light, in this endless night. 

The cloudy sky begins to clear

Revealing a stunning, shiny light

The north star, man’s reliable guide 

It's shining bright, in the pitch black sky

In awe, the castaway’s eyes show a crumb of hope,

That the beautiful orb, will take him home

A pair of ghosts, as cold as they can be,

Whisper to his ear, the words you’ll hear:

“Trust not the glittering white, for it will take you to those same nights

Where hope is lost and freedom is scarce

Safe you are in your painful quilt 

You’ll slowly bleed, but soon you’ll find

That what they cherish, are just empty lies”

Castaway, you hopeless warrior

Why must you doubt the promised land?

Where men are free, and shine as bright

As that same star, that portrays life

In a moment of great might,

The man decides, it is tonight.

Slowly, the quilt is lifted, the castaway cries

As the painful scars of that barbed blanket

Which felt like silk to the untrained mind

Show their true extent, of hellish spite.

Insecure, the man stood up, 

And decided to leave where he grew up

As the man walked towards a new life

Not once, did he look behind

Not a day had passed, since he took this journey

Past a cabin, the man walked grinning,

To his surprise, there were two sisters,

That greeted him, and offered beverage.

As he approached the cabin door,

The woman gifts what he never thought,

A warm blanket, of the softest kind,

“Oh, what was I doing all this time?!”

As he moved on, the sky would cheer,

To the man that life, had given him tears.

The man gazed up, towards the star that’s worth

What the richest kings, would pay for rebirth.

Happily, the castaway began to run,

To a journey, that has just begun. 

Polaris, oh if you knew!

What you’ve accomplished 

You’d feel great too!