Lost at sea.
Where is me?
Come out of childhood
not knowing much.
The waters are turbulent
but I find my way through
the years of life
in my own little boat;
struggling
but doing well
at navigating the past
and putting it to bed.
I even hold down jobs.
But there is fear
and it doesn’t wish
to be known.
So I go on,
'til a vague new sense
of dullness and fatigue
descends,
and life becomes
a chore;
an effort.
But I survive.
Always surviving.
Then through the water,
it’s there…
a 10 metre wave
and my tiny boat is tipped
into a turmoil
of froth
and bubbles
and sand...
Blinding
Choking
Drowning me.
Don’t know which way is up
until,
a spotlight shines
and I am discovered
floundering,
gasping for air,
stripped bare by the
tumultuous sea.
Terrified.
Then it occurs to me...
this is how new universes
and new beginnings are born;
amidst the dissonance
of
chaos
in action.
There are storm clouds in the sky
but as the sun breaks through
a pelican flies over
and seems to smile at me.
Usksider
Pro 
A wonderful reflection of life: I seem to have been lost in the depths several times, but so far have always found my way back to the surface...