Washed Up

Washed Up It feels like there's no escaping the blinding ness of the darkness of fear. So deep and dark are these waters that the sun cannot shine down here. My face is straight, I feel deep emotions as I speak and imagine the tears of sadness are rolling down my cheek. Sadness cleans my mind it clears my clouded head as I swim in emotions through the watershed. Through turbulent murky waters full of stress and distortion, onto a never ending shoreline with all its complications. Persistent waves keep rolling into shore but there are undercurrents of doubt, because although the waves keep crashing in the tide is moving out. So here I am like a voyager like a crustacean in another land. A lost stranger stranded, washed up on the sand.