Anchor In The Storm

As I began

to drift away

with the waves

taking form,

she keeps me

from getting lost,

she's my anchor

in the storm.

Sitting Alone

Sometimes I sit alone

and listen to the wind.

The wind has no echo,

it keeps my secret safe.

Sometimes I sit alone

with shade under a tree,

its roots are always loyal,

the trees will never leave.

Sometimes I sit alone

near an ocean's lake.

a body like my body

yet to make it to its place.

Sometimes I sit alone,

inside a crowded room,

hoping that one day

I will find you.

Dreaming Of A Wish

Dreaming of a wish...