Going Home Poem by Lesa MRK

Out on the sea I glide,
One raft against the tide.
The waves are viscious foam;
Sacrifices of such to get home.
Sailing upon an angry sea,
While at home you wait for me.
I do no longer fear,
Soon I know you shall be near.

The water shall surround me,
Tries to devour and drown me.
The only sound is the wailing wind,
As the storm prevails to no end.
Lastly the waves caress me,
Holds me soft to bless me,
The light shall cover dark,
When tender thoughts lie in the heart.