A Mess

Am I amidst the woods we got in

Lost in deep dark woods or finding a way

Or amidst the deep ocean you left me in

Learnt to swim or drowning again ..

To the home i call you no more 

Felt lost Wondering-

Was it the storm that struck within you or

Do my hands feel less soft and less warm to hold

An ocean has tumbled through dreams of you

Until the slow erosion of all that i was,

has made my head as strong as the waves, but my heart drowning in the violence of it

Now that you have willed to leave and swim alone,

In depths and waves unknown,

Let me know when you find your shore

The shore that is not made of fancy shells

But the rawness of reality, dirt and footsteps

Not pretending to meet the sand 

But to succeed in the mess that it is.