I find myself stumbling,
blind to the obstacles in front of me.
I crash into them one after the other,
knowing I'd see them if I would just open my eyes.
Despite every scrape and every bruise
I squeeze my eyelids tighter still,
not ready to see, not ready to know
how far from my dreams I've wandered.
Like each wave rushing to the shore
I fall and break and fade away.
Almost, but never quite, destroyed,
I become the sea once more.