Beyond the Wine-Dark Sea

Just like Penelope, I cry,
Just like Odysseus, I try,
Why?

Time and time again,
The day begins,
Time and time again,
I stay within.

Mixed feelings,
The next time my sixth dealing,

Telling myself it will be
temporary,
But just like Odysseus,
Hope is necessary.

Pain blooming,
Just like Penelope,
The sleep I am losing.

And then the warm feeling,
Everything healing,
Just like Penelope and
Odysseus,
Hurt finally yielding.

Beyond the wine-dark sea,
The glee.

At times numb,
However, learnt to accept and
cherish,
At times glum,
However, learnt to love and bear
it.

Life is unpredictable,
Not always bright,
But choices exist,
Not all right,
Just like Odysseus,
Sometimes despicable.
Do not waste time,
Just like Penelope,
To slowly die.

It is okay not to be okay,
Because when it does turn out for
the best,
It will be worth every risk,
Just like Penelope and Odysseus.