The sounds of the sea beckon me
Waves crashing and pulling me to succumb to their power
The never ending tide
My soul is ever connected to its force
….and the waves crash in and roll out
Cold and dark the abyss awaits
Welcoming the feeling of numbness, like Icarus to the sun, I am propelled
Cold and motionless.. my sun is eclipsed in the depths of the sea
….and the waves crash in and roll out
Where there is no love or touch there is no life to spark living
Is God there in the abyss? Perhaps….but there is no sound, no voice, no home, only darkness
Life is but a stage, says Shakespeare, but I do not care for the role in which I have been cast
Yes, I am but a player or just a pawn
It is but a game
…..and the waves crash in and roll out
Ever searching, ever longing, my soul cries out
Anguish too deep to fathom for the weak and a pain so deep it slices to my core
The deep of the sea pulls and tears at me to come
Stop fighting my pull it screams
….and the waves crash in and roll out
Why do I fight when there is nothing any longer to gain ?
To what end is survival or it’s meaning?
Again, there is no touch to warrant that fight now
Tired and worn down the pull is too great
The water is cool and numbing with no judgement or thoughts to hold onto
Floating, motionless for what did I wait? It is but rhetorical
…and the waves crashed in and rolled out
Reflections on Life’s Journeys 