Hope Of Those A Drift Poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

A drifter on a sea of others expectations am I.
I know not from whence I came, nor where I go.
But I know where I would like to go, and whom I wish to be with.
When will these rough waters subside?
When will I cease to drift upon this sea of others expectations?
This rift I float on is a dream I hold onto desperately, a dream of a life I wish to live... its, oh, so simple. Why does it seem to be too much to ask for, in all its simplicity?
'What is your dream? ' To watch my children play in field of bellowing grass, to hear the one I love speak in soft tones at night.
To grow old in a house I made into a home; a place where my family can rest their heads in safety, no matter how old they are. Oh, lo!
But I am a drifter on a sea of others expectations. 'Look ahead child of my love, there is land in sight. You may have what you ask for. Because what you ask for does not sustain you mortal body, but your immortal soul! ' To have my dream become reality! I thank you Father of my soul, thank you. For all eternity I shall give you thanks.
'The shore is still far away child, but if you hold onto your hope and faith, your dream shall be yours.Be patient child.'
Thank you Father.
'Your welcome child.'