Embarking Hope

A dopamine addict just like the rest of us,

She wandered along the edge of a precipice,

Enjoying the freedom of an identity lost soul,

But after the fire eats itself, she will be cold.

The rocky grey veins of rippled sharp limestone

Cut fingerpads, and impacted sore bones,

She sweats a cold sweat deep under her nails,

Nothing like a struggle to make integrity fail.

The danger of the moment demands she lives in the now,

But shallow roots make even the great oaks bow,

Banished from the thoughts that were once her home,

Lost at sea, the winds and stars leave her alone.

Down in the depths, Bubbles over her head,

Down by the sand, no birds, but fish instead.

In the deepest of deep, In the darkest of dark,

Know, other ships still sail, catching wind to embark.

Even just a small peak of a twinkling lighthouse.

Though the foghorn is but the faint squeak of a mouse,

You will one day feel the soft weary sweet shore,

Though extreme, pain is finite, hope evermore.