I've been fighting the seas for so many years
like Ulysses searching for my Ithaca
in desperate agony, trying to survive
the wild storms and tempestuous seas
searching for peace and inner balance
longing to get home
to find security
to find two arms to take me in
to accept me, to hold me
to keep me warm,
cause I'm cold and tired
I'm so tired from this endless journey
But where is my Ithaca?
I've been searching and searching
I'm lost
I got no maps or compass
And I'm getting older
Not wiser, just older
Don't even know what my Ithaca looks like
I should know by now
I'm so lost
I'm not getting anywhere
I'm asking you to help me
I'm asking for your guidance
If you can't be the one to hold me
If you can't be my Ithaca
At least help me find it
Can you find it in your heart to help me?
Don't abandon me, please
Hold my hand and show me the way
You know how to do this
My ship is wrecked
All I'm left with is this makeshift raft
You give me so much hope
Don't just leave me here in the middle of nowhere
I'm wet and cold and I'm scared.
Written on June 20,2007
CeCe Lamberts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-ithaca/
