I would often wander
In the never ending ocean
Of my very own grief.

It's a calling, Nay, a feeling
If I stay, should I regret it?
And if I go, will I not drown?

I would often question
Where to go, where not to
Which way will lead me home.

It's a conscience, Nay, a madness
Heaven only knows what it is
That makes up this Grief ocean.

© J. Phillipi