Drenched.

After many days

My heart felt something,

Don't know if 

It was the beats

Or their 

Fast beating,

A sense of losing control

Yet finding the shore,

A ship so lost

In looking for the Sun,

Still making love

With the Moon,

Today, my heart yearned

Not for some love

But for an empty space,

Filled with silence

And a responsive case,

I don't know 

Where to look

And whom to call,

All I know is that

There is a call

From my destiny

And its conch,

Urging me to take refuge

And leave it all to God,

Storms are nothing new

Nor are the tidal waves,

All that is new

Is this fear of losing myself,

Drowning has been felt

And storms have been dealt,

Then, from where is

This new intensity of

Fright emerging,

As if my whole being

Is submerging.