The Map

Map me out a plan for the rest of my life,

tell me who I am

And where I stand

for I’m too weary to pretend.

I’m wiser now, I know

the lesson clear

I will always lack control.

Some days, I feel the waves of energy pick me up

And pull me out to sea,

I’m holding restraint

And it’s choking me,

I’m holding restraint,

And it’s drowning me.

And as I sink between the vibrational ocean of content,

And the proverbial atmosphere of regret,

I reach for my map to show me the way,

but the words have all blurred and washed away.

©S.J.Reed