How long can an adventurer stay away,
-jESSICA rAILSBACK-
From the things that made him brave?
There is something so pure about his journey.
When the sword is raised to make one worthy.
Protecting the innocent town;
Maybe winning the girl in a gown.
It is just as much for him as it is for them.
An adventurer finds hope in saving the realm.
Fighting past the doubt and monsters,
Courage is made through what it fosters.
Friendship stabilizes the wandering feet.
Unto paths of feeling complete.
God made the adventure to feel whole,
Whenever he steps in and fills the hole.
Could the adventurer be a hero,
Or does he need the battle halo?
There is something good in trying to be better.
Something is still in each written letter.
Dreaming of a better you in the end.
Fighting for a better life for your friends.
Choosing the honorable story,
Whether or not you will receive the glory.
Doing what’s right because it is right.
Fills the adventurer with light.
That in itself is like a knighting ceremony.
The crown of life of a good testimony.
Well done traveler, well done.
Well done adventurer, well done.
When it all comes to a heroic end,
And you finally see the king’s hand extend.
Humans need purpose. It gives us direction, it gives us hope and reason to keep moving. I lost all sense of purpose when I stopped writing a few months back. The question that kept running through my mind was “How do I get myself out of this rut?” As a kid, I would imagine these heroic stories about me rising out of the ashes. Somehow that was enough to convince me to keep going, but now as an adult, I feel so confused. It seems selfish to imagine yourself doing well. All the things that have given me purpose over the years have turned sour. I was struggling with the fear of not being able to have kids. I was struggling with the view, I feared people had of me, especially work-wise. Things never panned out or went the way I wished.
I’ve since made peace with that but knew I still needed something to give me life. Writing may never become a full career, but it gives me purpose. I sat down to write Adventurer as I reflected on how I used to stir hope inside of myself. This is a poem about purpose, It is a poem about how dreams give us hope in taking risks. We all need something to fight for. We are all an adventurer at heart. I hope you enjoyed this fantasy-based poem describing purpose. -Jessica Railsback
Renewed Dream 