Gale Force Winds

somewhere on a boat. in the middle of an angry sea.

taken by gale force winds. more than land is lost to me.

I forgot my purpose. I can’t recall my name.

I had a good thing going. but it was taken away.

I can’t recall why I’m searching. or what I am supposed to claim.

as a heavy fog settles. around my brain.

but I guess all good things. must come to an end.

but for that to be true. I would have to pretend.

the constant wave of bad things. could indeed suspend.

as they occupy my mind. to cast me aside.

dark waves and clouds. dominate my light.

down this stretch. I tried to protect. only I thought was right.

but nevertheless. through cold water and stress.

I was wrong to expect. to get more time.

the clock still runs out. on the deaf and the blind.

so I repeat these words to myself. as a means to fight.

"I’m a blank page. I was born to create and my voice holds sway.

and if only for me. that's ok."

because time and time again. I am called to defend.

once more against the pain. which eventually crashes down.

like a hurricane.