I have lost my way once again. Lost my vice grip with which I held the reins of my life.  Now I am drifting again on the currents. Wary of the reefs, rock, and circling scavengers that I seem to see everywhere around me. I wait to see what will get me first as I hope to somehow float clear. But there is no clearing in sight. And the storm clouds gather above my head. They tease me with alternating glimpses of clear skies and angry darkness.

I followed a shining light out into the unknown and lost sight of the shores. I was tempted by sirens to my fate and I search for the light once again. Perhaps I will find my feet on solid ground again and feel the light warming my face. For now I can feel the numbing cold of the crushing depths around me and I am indifferent to my fate.