Adrift

Like a man adrift at sea for many days I have found myself away from the shore, Shore; being understanding and solid ground And wishing one day for a safe return. In each thought as I drift, further away I cannot help but wander in my mind, Dreaming, hoping to find a sense of me, Borrowing images of my past, for clarity. At times, the water seems to be so rough; Churning violent waves, mist-soaking sprays. Drying in the overwhelming heat of the sun Leaves me parched, hoping for the mist again. Still afloat, no land in sight, only sea and sky I turn to speak to only who would listen And pray for my return, my safety, the strength To go on, fight the elements and prevail.