Drops In My Ocean

Indomitable

There is a vortex dark and deep

That pulls at me incessantly

As I reach out my hands

Flailing , flapping, expectantly

To grab at the darkness

That sucks at my soul

At the voids that engulf me

They shrink and they grow

And tear at my spirit

While I fight to hold tight

To my sanity

With the last of my might

In the depths of my being

Where tears and sweat mingle

With the raindrops that try

In futility, to cool my sizzle.

I don't blame them, or the world

For it's not their fault I can't see

Past the inviolable cloud of darkness

Though the sun shines down brightly.

Sprawled in a puddle of wetness

I can't stop my past pulling at me

And the tender tranquil breeze

Engulfs me like a chilling flurry.

It's not the breeze that's cold or wet

It's the twister inside of me

I want to emerge from the shroud of smiles

And let destiny take me to peace.

I'll find the eye of the raging storm

And hold my place in the shattering calm

Of the tiny spot within-

That will be my sanctuary.

A gale force throws me into the waves

But my grave is not to be the sea

I will rise, I will

For there's no other way I know to be

I will rise

As I let my love heal me

I will be my own savior

Till the ends of eternity.

© Manic Sylph 2015