First post in a while, more a creative expression of some of my emotions. This post is dedicated to the lighthouse that always guides me back.
Life as I knew it seemed to slowly get lost in the dark oceans of thought.
Treading my conscious to keep from drowning.
I’m lost, alone and fighting to survive the crashing waves of emotion.
Damaged and broken from years of poor handling
The emotion seeps in the cracks.
Poisoning my thoughts and wearing my patience, it’s a familiar burn.
My blood boils, I’m trapped no longer able to tread.
Another tremendous wave crashes, swallowing me up.
I’m wrought with the suppressed emotion kept locked away.
Only for you to see.
It’s bound and caged, a marvel of it’s own.
Misunderstood and miscommunicated, it struggles to get free.
Tumbling amidst the emotions not knowing up from down.
I see a light, coughing up my own regret and shaking loose.
It guides me to the top, I can breathe again.
Seeing her majesty in the distance, bright and beautiful.
A shining light to help me find my way out of the rolling tides.
Standing tall as the storm intensifies.
She is a treasure among the darkness.
I plunge into the ocean, I must traverse the waves.
No matter the punishment, I must make it.
Shredding through wave after wave.
Fighting to close the gulf between us.
My fingertips outstretching with every stroke.
Hoping to feel the warm caress.
Her glorious glow guides.
Helping me find my way home.