Driftwood

The only time I find peace:

Drifting…

Floating,

In the middle of the ocean.

Infinite possibilities

Above and below.

 

Relentless sun

Beating down;

Eyes closed

Against harsh brightness.

 

Unfathomable depths

Staring up;

Hidden horrors

Begging to be seen.

 

This thin blue line sways,

Oh gentle tsunami;

One layer of film

Separating heaven

From hell;

Not one nor another –

In purgatory

I dwell.

 

On this knife edge

I’m nurtured;

Finding solace

All alone.

One more soul

Lost in mediocrity;

Lost forever

At home.