The Sea in my Mind

The Sea in my Mind JB

 

You have always loved me

That’s what you say

God, I know you’re here with me, my good and bad days

I keep drifting out to sea, my emotions are drowning me

Hard to hang onto that promise that you are always with me

I cry out for you, Daddy save me

Silence, pure silence

The storm is raging and the wind tosses me, the ocean is unforgiving

God, aren’t you there, save me I’m drowning

The thunder, loud as lions, and the ocean cold as ice

I can’t hold on, I’m alone in this fight

God come save me, we will do this right! I trust in you God! Show me the light!

The waves stop crashing, the wind and rain calming

Son lean on me, you’re not alone, trust me

You thought I was gone while you drown in your thoughts

Alone you drifted far and got lost

You’re home now son you were never forgot

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I know this feeling all too well, to feel like you have been completely abandoned, your cries completely unheard. It is like hanging onto a rope that is quickly unraveling and you know there is no hope in sight. What you lack in meter and rhyme is more than made up with emotion. You have a way of writing that bleeds with emotion.

[Jonathan Brown]

I always try to write purely from my emotion and heart, even though I'm not great with the way I write. Thank you for your feedback.

[Christy the Poetic Hear..]

Writing coming right from the heart. Great job!!

[Maria]

This was great, I can totally relate in so many ways. And this reminds me of the storm, Jesus was in with His disciples as they were crossing on over the sea, and a storm came about, as Jesus slept, and the poor men, were screaming and crying out in fear and rage, for they did not understand how He could sleep through it all, and so they go and wake Him and say, do you not care that we are about to die? and He smiles gently as He goes out and silences the storm.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

We suffer, we doubt, we accuse....but then we hear the voice in the sea, in the wind, and we know we are not alone. I know that in bad times, when I stop the screaming in my mind and quiet my body, I can hear it."You're home now son you were never forgot"-your honest and heart-felt poem ends on that line and tells me you hear it too. Thank you for this poem JB.