I can never seem to get to the lighthouse.
No matter how hard I try, the ocean sucks me back in,
Like I am some toy it can play with.
Tide toss and turn me;
I can only hope that it swallows up my being.
Yet, you stuck out your hand,
Pulling me so close I can hear your heart,
The symphony of being alive playing.
You told me that the ocean can be conquered,
That I knew how to swim,
I just merely forgot.
But, you concluded, taking my hand,
If you are struggling,
I will help you.
For the lighthouse is there,
It’s just hard to see sometimes.