Rough Waters

Like torrential waves I toss and turn,

Deprived of sleep and still I yern,

For a place where all my thoughts can hide,

Brave the storm and survive the tide.

With heavy lids and tired eyes,

Like battered sails and fragile lives,

I lye awake and spend this night,

Deep in thought and high in flight.

Anchoring now in present times,

Has calmed the waters of my mind.

Now I've found a place to keep,

A place to dive, a place to sleep.

My first time...

There she was, primed and ready for me to lay it down. She teased me with her open space, with her promise of freedom, I know I could write anything. I could delve into the deepest parts of my mind places that only me and the Captain know. And just when I was ready to give her the blog of her life, Writer's block, it gets the best of us.

My first time...