THE TIDE WILL TURN

As I peer into the water

Lose all feeling; sense of time

My thoughts are delving in the deep

All words they turn to mime

My body it is floating

On the surface of the swell

My limbs displacing heaven

Whilst my mind, it soaks up hell

The feeling of now plunging

Into a deeper, darker realm

Is like a ship that’s cast within the sea

With no one at the helm

I am lost and I am battling

I’ve no defence with which to turn

My mind is craving sanity

A route for which I yearn

But my head is going under

And all thoughts they pull me in

The tide is washing nearer

And it snares me with its grin

I am helpless in its grasp

And I’m consumed within the surge

The bashing is relentless

All my inner fears I purge

It’s a brutal wave that took me

Battered all my hopes and fears

But I left those insecurities

Amongst the salty tears

Now the tide it rolls towards the sand

A gentle ripple; now it’s calm

I’m floating back towards the shore

I view a steadfast, single palm

It is strong within its solitude

Reaches high above the beach

I’m washed up, but not down and out

My hopes aren’t out of reach

Now the tide it leaves the shore once more

Drawn back into the sea

One day I know it will return

But it’ll never conquer me ....