I can feel the weight
crashing down on me.
It’s coming in fast and heavy,
like a storm amongst the sea.
I don’t think my boat will hold…
It’s already got some holes.
HELP.
I’m screaming out loud.
HELP.
I’m seeing water now.
HELP.
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anything out there?
help.
I can feel the icy blue
creeping on my toes,
like it already knows,
I’m going with the undertow.
I can hear the sound of silence
even over the crushing of the wood.
I can see a long lost part of me
that I know no one else even could.
It’s an abyss.
It’s pulling.
It’s mighty and I’m fearful,
and all I can think to do
is fall to my knees,
join my hands and
scream
PLEASE.
HELP.
I’m praying out loud.
HELP.
I’m seeing water now.
HELP.
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anything out there?
help.
I’m clinging on to a sense of false hope.
Gripping a piece of drift wood
with every ounce of strength I’ve got.
Thinking this will save me;
it will surely carry me to shore.
Never mind the stormy darkness.
Never mind the sharks around my feet.
I’m bleeding out,
and they’re wanting me.
I don’t see any land in sight,
Maybe I just let them feed.
HELP.
I’m screaming out loud.
HELP.
I’m seeing water now.
HELP.
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone out there?
Is anything out there?
help.
Maybe now’s the time to daydream
about the sunshine I took for granted.
All the sand beneath my toes,
all the grit; all that substance.
The smell of salty air,
and the warmth that hugged me close.
I was never alone.
At least, I couldn’t feel it.
Here I am.
Feeling everything I’ve suppressed.
Even with the stars as a shining guide above,
I’m sinking in my loneliness.
HELP.
I’m letting go.
HELP.
Show me a sign.
Remind me of my why.
HELP.
I’m begging now.
Salt.
I can taste it.
It’s bringing me back.
I close my eyes.
I pray.
Lord, take me all the way.
Instead of under, He held me up.
I no longer hear the thunder,
the storm is wrapping up.
He was there.
When no souls were present,
His was effervescent.
I trust a shore is near.
I trust the waves will clear.
