The Sacred

Tides of vengeance

Every step I take forward feels like I am trespassing. As though moving on from this place is denied at the forefront of my viewpoint. Charting in a sea of storms reaps no rewards as I wasn't taught how to operate the helm. Castaway and drifted, all appear lost and sunken within the depths. The only thing I was taught was to swim, but just because I can swim in these waters, doesn't mean this is where I should be.