sailing through life

i am in a boat

constantly being pulled.

by the east

and the west.

by the north

and the south.

the winds

have grown stronger.

they’re roaring with life,

whipping around me.

trapping me.

surrounding me

with its

constant

unwanted

thoughts.

the waves

have grown taller.

propelled by each direction,

they assault me.

in the process,

they collide.

crashing, pounding,

never stopping.

the sail flies away.

the boards begin

to splinter.

meant to be strong,

they falter.

one by one

losing all their strength

its passenger grows

more brittle with each passing day.

the storms grows

more demanding with each passing day.

louder deafening booming roaring thunderous

pressing squeezing pushing urging forcing

never shaken,

they threaten

to encompass the

passenger.

to pull her

under their waves.

they promise her

one day

she will succumb.