(20 minute poetry)


I take my life in
my hands
no one can see the struggle
no one understands how
slowly sands **** me
ever closer to
this wide sea,

eternity is a stab in the back
when you stop searching

am looking
will find

A mantra for each day I say

am looking
will find

I am sure that love is the cure,
backstage though where the river
runs slow
there's a raging thirst that will
not be quenched.

this heathen ocean
full of deep dark
motion that carries
me on

do I not belong?
is there something that I did that you thought was wrong?

it carries me on,
even thoughts
odd imaginings

new beginnings are frightening.

man overboard

was never roared so quietly and the sea that smothered me slept
on soundly

I wept loudly
and then was still.

the quill will scratch on the parchment of time
and all this will be gone

it carries me on.