On the Sea
Navigating my mind is like being a sailor on the open sea.
Avoiding the rocks and waves,
trying to read the compass to figure out where I need to go next—but I never learned how to read a compass.
I am on the ship alone— no crew and no direction.
When I look out on the horizon, I see a storm forming.
Instead of fighting to stay aboard— I let go,
into the feelings of inappropriate guilt,
attacking me— a sea monster wanting to destroy everything in its path.