great one!

Once again, I've come to a junction,
the end of a path,
the aftermath of a journey, alone,
And I'm rowing in a two man boat,
the horizon's no promise,
the currents are strong,
my arms feel so weak,
yet I'm rowing along,
dedicated to futility,
I'm just not that strong.

There's no force, no spirit that drives me,
no name whispered,
no sweet words etched in the back of my mind,
yet for once, I wish there was,
an outstretched hand,
or a smiling face,
beckoning me to a warmer place.

(And if she wants the world,
she'll have the universe unfurled before her,
I can only ever do my best,
and if my best isn't good enough,
Then neither am I.)

My arms,
assured are a warmer place.

A heart can jolt, can stumble, can shatter,
can bend, can break, yet it's never mattered.
For mine's unscathed.
Do the damage and make me feel
closure.
Make me feel.

(And if she wants nothing more,
than to be held before a pastel sunset,
she'll get nothing less,
and if that's not good enough,
then I've much to learn)

So teach me.
Make me feel.

I've dreamt through the days,
I've slept through the nights.
I walk the world, anonymous.

I want to dedicate my words, not just to me,
my words are snowflakes on a wilting tree,
purpose; abstract
definition; unsure
give me a reason to row to the shore.

unsure?

great one!