Shipwreck

Suddenly there she stood
        in the doorway, framed
                in light, as an angel, and
        my breath caught as
                I turned to look away but
                        my eyes were fixed, like
                                those of a figurehead
Over and over I am haunted by
        these feelings tumultuous as
                the Bering Sea, and
        my heart and soul are the ship and crew
                 quickly sinking.
Where I'd never before felt
        the suddenness of this sandbar,
                 I am trapped, crashed
                         cast into shallower waters where
                                 it becomes difficult to hide
                                         (from myself)
There is a lighthouse somewhere
        the direction of it is Truth, but
                 I seem lost,
                         not knowing what the Truth is,
                                 afraid
                         of following my instinct.
So I smile as she comes and goes
        as I try to hide
                the view of the stormy, tortured sea
                        that lies within my eyes.