These seas feel so empty
I drift endlessly waiting to see land
waiting to get off this wreckage.
Give me space with shooting stars and galaxies.
give me hope and a kiss safely planted on my lips.
I will float
I will paddle until I see shore.
The storms are tiring my splintered soul
the sky is blinding my tired eyes.
Survival calls for writing.
Life calls for me in the horizon
where nothing but the blue sky cradling
the black ocean can be seen.
“Walk with me on
the water” he says to me in a mirage.
“Stand up and have faith
let me lead you I am your shield
and you hold the truth.”