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