Help Me.

I'm on a beach somewhere alone, my only confidant is the sound of the breeze on my cheek

I can see a boat far off in the distance

Its silly because I know I will never reach it, but I outstretch my arms 

I am filled with hope, worry, abandonment 

I am so scared that I will be on this lonely stretch of land forever 

I look out to the horizon, wishing that I were there 

I want to be standing on the water, 

I am not Peter, I cannot walk on the caps of ocean waves

Some days I feel like Jesus on the cross

Crying out for my father 

Only darkness responds