Drifting In a Storm
Drifting in a stream,
that has no end,
the highs, and lows,
carried by the wind.
Alone, and empty,
your vessel is tossed,
further, and further,
until one is lost.
Now open water,
is all one can see,
the trials, and test,
out on the sea.
A beacon of light,
way off somewhere,
can one make it,
does anyone care.
A safe haven,
awaits out there,
arms open wide,
and a heart that cares.
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