I am lost
somewhere in between
the nightmare and the dream,
the conflict and the solution,
the failure and the fruition.
There is a storm.
There are alternating waves
of indecision and shaky resolve.
Confusion ebbs and flows.
The wind howls,
furiously in need of attention.
My sails have torn.
Where are my oars?
Where is my jacket,
bright with orange hope?
Where is my boat?
I have been capsized,
I am drowning.
I am sinking.
Give me your hand!
Give me some rope!
Dear Lord,
where is my boat?
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