Lost at sea…
Drift in the open,
Hope is the only raft I have left.
Otherwise the depths would take its claim.
the ocean relentlessly batters against my raft of my promise.
I cannot see pass the waves so my faith will be my compass.
I languish under weight of what I can’t see.
My strength gets weaker every day.
I am cold, and I am tired of paddling on my own.
I hang on with all my might so one day I may walk on solid ground.
Yet torrents of sea doesn’t seem to relinquish its hold any time soon.
I beg for mercy so currents can take me somewhere warm.
I must wait and endure until the end because one day currents will take home.
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