Thursday, 8 October 2015

Cast Adrift

For the most part,
I can manage you,
but on the days you run amok in my mind,
  I feel way out of my depth;
cast adrift in open water
with only a flimsy vessel in which to sail and protect me.

On such days I am vulnerable,
weak against the elements,
no strength to fight.
Prepared to let whatever wants to consume me,
  take me
and do with me what it will.

I have no choice but to let the zephyr
  take me on this journey.

I can take the heat,
despite it's dehydrating nature,
for I know that you will quench my thirst
when the time is right.

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