The sea comes at me like a unwelcome mistress.

She takes me wherever she pleases, and she never let’s me know which direction.

Death is her true nature, and she salts it with sorrow.

I say to the seas “peace and let me pass I am just trying get home.”

Yet still the waves crash against the bow of the boat indifferently.

She tells me the depth is where I go.

Yet know I something she does not.

I do not hope in where I am going.

I do not need to see solid ground because I know it’s there.

It doesn’t bother me that the depths are going to take it claim because my life was not mine in first place.

Lastly I look to the cloud covered skys for the true North so they will take home.