The water gently caresses my heated palms,
its cold almost chilled.
I stare blankly at the cool sensational flow,
my memories play upon every droplet.
The good ones and the bad;
the tide is rising now, and once it reaches the top I will be gone.
I will be part of this earth just as my lord had
intended when I first gasped for breath.
The water continues to cascade around my palms,
I try to grasp but fail,
I am in no control.
How can I continue to believe,
in a future I cannot hold?