my life is a raging sea.

my emotions are sandbags.

and they are weighing down the small raft,

that is me. 

its as if i will never find land.

any salvation

to this storm in my hands.

i will forever be astray.

damned.

i sit here and just contemplate my life.

sitting here even praying,

watching my life flash before my eyes.

and finally,

there i see a small glimpse of light 

the light in the distance

only just a dream.

for the mighty sea

is pushing it away from me.

i try and reach,

but these waves are too much.

i wish i could just sink.

the storm has calmed.

and i float in this empty sea.

my life may be calm,

but the sandbags still weigh on me.

and even after all i have been through,

where is that land i so hope to see?

security and rest are all that i need.

but where is that security,

in this wretched sea?

i need to find land.

and i need to do it quickly.

i float life's waves,

and drift ashore.

but as i get my rest,

i feel as if my purpose,

is no more.

i then realize why i was in that sea.

i was to ride those waves,

so they may get me where i need to be.

but without those waves,

what purpose am i to anything?

we wonder about the meaning of life.

and ask

"what is this?"

but its not about the life you are living.

its about what your purpose is.

no life means you have no meaning.

and that is just it.

no meaning.