Days and nights have passed
Feeling rudderless and adrift,
With the chaotic swell
Of misspoken words
And disordered thoughts,
Coalescing in my brain.

It’s hard to weather a storm
And navigate troubled waters,
Even for the most experienced
Or intuitive of mental sailors,
Let alone without their soulmate,
Who is always there to guide them.

Sometimes I lose my bearings
And get spun out way off course,
Leading me straight into harm’s way.
Sometimes that treacherous path
Causes more harm to those nearby,
Than to my own ignorant vessel.

Once the ship has cleared the maelstrom,
With destruction and pain in its wake,
I pray to the one God that matters most,
In the hopes that reorientation
Hasn’t come too late for us
To find peaceful seas again.