Way out in open water with plenty of time to think.
/
No birds overhead, just rhythmic indifference unscathed uninterrupted by my wandering mind’s presence.
/
Today’s lesson is never let go of the invisible anchor within regardless of rain’s concrete fists.
/
Taking heed of pride or misdirection, better respect the lighthouse I’m called to.
I’ll be sorry if I nonchalantly dismiss guidance home.
/
In unsteady concrete buildings constructed in my head breaking down, I’m exposed wide open without excuse can not play victim secluded here.
/
God stares, he awaits my choices, on standby for my voice, will I hold my flawed peace, or dare to seek guidance?
Emotion Dough 