I gasp for breath while standing in the hurricane
The boat offering no shelter from the blistering wind-
Salty rain piercing my eyeballs,
Shivers of the reality running down my spine.

As I see the destiny that will become of me,
The great rocks protruding-
Mocking gravestones of the night.


in the thrashing constant motion of the waves,
the darkness of the moon consumes me,
And an unfamiliar shadow-
lurks over my torn vessel of a body.

death itself coming to receive me-
its long ***** fingernails pulling on frayed strings of my soul,
unraveling who I thought I was,
revealing who I now had to become.

I looked into its beady eyes of truth,
and in a moment of white clarity and strength-
life launched me back into the slow minutes of the day.


Air finally filling my lungs,
Back on the beach as the first heat wave of morning-
Flowed through the sand of my newly forgiven life.

The last of my strength was used to pull myself-
Away from the past of the thunderous ocean,
And onto the warm cradle of familiarity.

In that moment of safety and vulnerability,
Nothing was guaranteed,
But the sun reweaves my frays,
And once again they become-
Part of my soul.