by Mary Conti
I saw a lighthouse in the deep gray fog
In the distance signifying safe ground
I can’t reach you I cry, I’ll never be found
The light stays steady, alone, but sound.
I contemplate and cry, I’ll try, I’ll try!
I rage forward through tides, desolate and spent.
My identity abandoned, empty, sad with neglect
I’ve landed! I’m here, I’m not alone at last.
The sand it encompasses me, the hurt has it passed?
It’s laughing, it’s laughing I owe a deep debt,
Defeated yet happy this role I have set.
Forgiveness in death and Life in distress,
My tears I have swallowed for I’m trying my best.