The lighthouse,

I don't know where I'm going
but I know how to get there.
The lighthouse is visible
and the time drags
closer to the lighthouse
but Less of me to get there.
The tide of my tears
chips away my edges,
unties my seams,
washes away my sins ,
but still it leaves the scars.
My bones ache as my own tears drown me.
The lighthouse is here.
I'm still...