Adrift

I feel like I'm lost at sea. I have no view of the horizon, and a thick fog has set in... There are no birds, no indication of land fall. I can't quite get my bearings, I just keep gripping onto the mast hoping that things will pull through. Yet I'm alone on my ship, nothing but a soiled star chart and journal to keep me company. I keep wondering if I dive over, could I make it to land? Or would the current take me under, and drag me to the deep. There's a possibility that this ship could carry me to new and unforeseen lands, yet my faith is dwindling... There's no one to blame really, besides myself. See I crafted this vessel... I put my blood, sweat, and tears into it in order to make it float. So why jump ship? Why abandon my creation? There's no perfect answer, one way or another... so I drift. White knuckled gripping the mast... This would be the time where others might reach for their trinkets and pray. Pray for guidance, resolution, maybe even land... Not I. For I put myself in this mess, and I'm sure I'll be finding my own way to shore. I just don't know when I'll get there.