The Depressive Sea

This depression is an uncharted ocean,

and I am an explorer, dropped from the sky,

who must somehow map it without help

Unruly and unpredictable, it leaves me guessing

at its moods

Sometimes placid enough that I forget it is an ocean

and think I am in a small lake, close to land

Until winds chap my cheeks and sea spray

leaves my skin cold

A storm raging around me

Love has guided me safely

through my darkness in the past

Shining from the coast to remind me I am not alone

But there is no shoreline to be seen this time

And as the ocean undulates beneath me,

I struggle to remain afloat

I close my mouth so as not to take on water

that will surely pull me under

He would be my anchor

if only I let him

And sometimes I do

But the problem with anchors is

they must sink beneath the surface to work

And I am afraid this sea will drown him if he

tries to save me