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.