Strength

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.