The Return

I have no control over me. I walk and talk and sing and breathe, but my soul and mind are like the sea. I am tossed around frantically. I sailed far from that island long ago. My hands grabbed the oars and I began to row, but I swear I've seen this place before. The water is taking me to that forbidden lore. A seagull above called my name. He wondered why I looked so insane. With panic, I called back up to him, "I do not know, my lantern's dim." I wept as I saw what the ocean stole. My oars had floated away, I had lost control. The shores of that island came into view, drenched in the water of my sea, that's when I knew. With no light left and fear of the land, I stumbled out of my broken boat and onto the broken sand. The weight of the past fell on top of me. What I feared, what I missed, it all haunted me. I never wanted to come back here. I wanted this island to disappear. But, it seems my sea did not agree with that. What once was, is now right where I'm at. The question now is, what do I do with my return? Perhaps there is something from this island I must learn. I may walk and talk and sing and breathe, but I have no real control over me.