I feel as though I’ve been left adrift
in the middle of an endless sea.
All I’d ever known remains ashore,
every thread cut loose from me.

I lie upon a weathered raft,
the only shelter I possess.
Sun and salt lay claim to skin,
as waves erode what’s left.

“Hello?” I call unto the sky.
The horizon offers no reply.
Only gulls, the clouds, and I
bear witness as the days drift by.

My fingertips graze the water’s skin,
as though searching for dry land.
And somewhere beyond the edge of sight,
lie memory, hope, and sand.

What frightens me is not the sea,
nor the storms that may yet come—
But the fear that if and when I vanish here,

no one would know I was gone.