The storm 

I’m a ship without a rutter

No purpose in sight 

No port to call home

Praying to the gods of ocean tides to bring me home


A ship lost in the storm has no safe haven

Not even in the strongest sailors survive the cold at the depths of the sea

That coldness is setting in  

I can feel the creatures deep below dragging me deeper

I thought you were my lighthouse 

I thought you were my rutter

My compass

Guiding me through the storms in my heart and brain

I just want you to hold me

Touch me

See me again

I guess you can’t see the ocean through the rain

The smile through the pain