fauxcroft

Battered on the rocks of life

among the surf and spray,

looking for inlet or cove or maybe even a cave.

To shelter ourselves from the onslaught

of natures harshest storms,

parts of us are wounded by life

in places tattered and torn.

It is like our lives are close to being shipwrecked

on the rocks of stress and torment,

struggling to escape the squall

that throws us back and forth.

Trying to tack to calmer waters,

we go leeward, windward, clear ahead,

and hope to break away

but always we drift back to this

and towards the imminence of death.

But like all hardy sailors

we keep our faith and follow the stars

and know that they will guide us home

back to our loved ones hearts.

I will never miss the journey

across these troubled seas,

but rather would prefer to live a life

in grace and bliss and ease.