Sea of Discomfort
In A Sea Of Discomfort
White fog is very dense on this high sea,
no light can pierce its heavy veil.
No drug or spirit is potent
enough to relieve my distress,
I’m lost in a turbulent
sea of discomfort.
Little ease or peace on where
to cast my anchor.
Fear keeps me from sailing onward,
but damned if I’m turning back.
My inner compass is damaged
and in need of repair.
My mind spins in constant
motion trying to chart the course
of my new destination and change
the direction that my ship is sailing,
but I’m growing weary.
Being patient, kind and
true to myself is my
guilty pleasure.
There’s more comfort in accepting me.
No matter who I am, where I am, or
what bad decisions I’ve made that led me
to these treacherous seas,
I love me.
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