Poem: Water Stream

The water is moving again.

This time I am not sure where to begin.

It started out calm as the river up stream.

Then waves became comfortable to me.

Which should have been sign that all is not what it seems.

Now there is trouble all around and I do not know how much more I can see.

Promises that were made, and now they are broken.

Trust is no longer on the ballot this year for the sea.

The tide is moving the stream further to the other side.

When will we learn it is all never what it seems?

That value is not a part of the team?

Poem: Stream

Hard work is the one thing I have.

It is the one thing that I can give.

The one thing that has made me grow.

It is also the one thing that makes me wonder.

Where is my life going, is this all I have to offer?

I can not see an out from this disaster.

There is no me in this world that I can see.

My life is not complete, and it never will.

The will to thrive is not in my blood stream.

My sense of being I can no longer see.

I am just a vessel that is moving through the blood stream.

I have no direction almost like my heart.