Tired of Sleeping

By Ryan Reyna

I lay here in the wake of my own ambitions
The tide that washes over me by day and drowns the hope by night
Every night it rises, hindering the progress of a voyage still breathing
By day the water is calm, light reveals my destination
I've been ship wrecked on an island which is neither here nor there
God calls out, a ship he can guide, an island he will not
I am still, my motions mean nothing if I refuse to venture into the rolling waves
When I lay at the edge of the water I feel I am moving, but awake on the same island
I need not fear the failure to survive, but embrace the hope of living
I will build my arc and set my sails, the time is now
Summer has passed, how many more seasons will I wait
The outcome depends on the choice to lie here in the wake


Ah, I feel Better :) Writing is truly the catalyst from feelings into actions and reasoning the backbone. My reasoning is faith.