Returning Poem by oliver west

As far as the borders of weeping heart,
swallowed by sorrows of secrets night;
coming from the red sea of a shattered trust
and the lightening of fortitude strike again.

Awaken from a rare fake dream
that trap my might frozen as it seems
like a dead moon in a cold mood,
when I was beaten with fears
my life shrinking with tears
tied down to a burden not dear.

Still I put down worries hands,
lift up my drowning life;
mute the screaming around my trust,
returning to my first joy.