Driftwood

Rising and falling they carry

the soul numb from weariness

Exhausted raging against forces unseen

and serving no purpose than to quell

A despair seeded by doubt.

A self sprung from voices not my own

It feels alien to inhabit

Which seeks to carry me far

Far away from my sacred spaces.

Seeking out driftwood in desperation

A caress or breeze that soothe

the thousand voices that echo

And tear away uninvited and untamed.

Dances of the trees

the call of the waves

the shimmer of stars in the night

Temporal respite that reawaken the stillness.

Carrying the burden of knowing

unable to place in life’s daily drumroll

Of what use such yearnings to peer into

When these driftwood grow faint with passing days.