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