Depression looms like an oncoming storm
I am but driftwood in its path
Tossed and thrown in the winds
I’m lost without direction.
A joy is taken, and thrown aside
Lying shattered upon the sand
Baked and split beneath the sun
A world without respite.
Colours in bloom appear above
Reds and orange fade to black
As the sun sinks past the horizon
Here is my place in the coolness of night
Silver shivers across the waves
The surf sings a lullaby
Sand caresses with soothing warmth
In arms I gratefully lie.
I stand and face the oncoming dawn
Warmth clinging between my toes
The tide encroaches with single purpose
A shifting of sands undermined.
My path has moulded into something new
Yesterday lies behind me
Today an illusion, unexplored
And I follow the shifting sands.
There is always an oncoming storm
A rush of an incoming tide
Of silver shivering and tossing diamonds
A solid surface being undermined.
No longer a puppet dangling on a string
I take a step, I sink, I continue
To a destination unknown I walk beside the storm
Strengthen with purpose, me, myself and I.