Waves

Waves of grief come pouring over me
as the riptide of anger pulls me out to sea.

Floating alone in the ocean, I can see what's in my reach.
But I have no desire to head toward the beach.

If it were as simple to decide between swim or sink,
I couldn't say which way; I couldn't begin to think.

Move the arms, move the legs; treading through the day.
Question life, question God; it has become my way.

Morning replaces the sun and his face is gone again.
But still I float in solitude, despite the hands of friends.

Floating alone in the ocean, I can see what's in my reach
But I have absolutely no desire to head toward the beach.