Poetry – Distant Ship on the Horizon

Almost there,

But not quite Yet.

I’m beseiged by thoughts that are masked as Shame and Regret. Where is my life? Where is my mind? Things once so clear have become but a blur in the wind. My mind turning like a top only once in a while to steady its vision. When will it stop? When will it stop?

Come into focus again my soul, for I know you are good, and I know you are not far off. Come that I may see and smile into your eyes my child. Disturbed but not found wanting; only a holding breath to surface once again.

Almost there,

But not quite yet;

My Soul

Do Not Forget!