As I try to take these days in stride.
Life washes over me like an ever powerful tide.
not caring what direction I have in mind.
And now there is no one by my side
To try to pull me toward the shore.
Nothing left to hold on to, to act as an ore.
I guess these silly metaphors help to explain my life,
But can words really illustrate strife?
I guess this will have to do.
At least these words will get me through.
