caught in a rip
between the present
and the past

sometimes the tides
and the stars above
pull me back

saltwater seeps from eyes
waves crash overhead
my head left struggling, gasping

yet

there is a resolve
with God's help

to ensure the saltwater
never leaves bitterness

that the brine in which
I sometimes bathe
may bring with it
cleansing and healing

and above all that
there will be hope

hopefully
hope fully