The waves crash as my mind slips into the sea,
Far from the shore, but just above sinking.
Floating with the current, navigation without a guide,
Staring at terrors below, where do I flee to hide?

The progress of stalemate has lead only to one direction,
A past of misfortunes claiming coherent connections.
Lack of preparation, the sails of direction torn,
The depth of the situation, the monster status reborn.

Take me away, the reprisal of fear is overwhelming,
Fight, flight, or freeze. Demand for action as emotions overselling.
But it’s all compelling, beauty above as hell is below,
The sharks that lurk to devour all aspects of the ego.

Tearing at the flesh are the ones you thought you knew best,
But enemies hide in plain sight, they just know when to manifest.
Now surrounded by the fears that seems to haunt the memories,
Staring into the endless sea of the vacant possibilities.

©️Rob Metz