Thoughts of a Lone (Wo)man

When the tide of your life rises eight feet tall
who will you call?
when the willows whisper small
sufferings that will come
who will take the call?
when the waters soar within to disturb
the sweet comfort of your home
who will heal?
when sorrows visit your doorstep
without warning
who will deliver?
when the fringes of hope that
you have fails to conquer
who will listen?
when you surface from your
lowest low
what will be your answer?
when you no longer have sails
for your ship of troubles
where will you travel?
when the wind sweeps the neat
plans from your projects
where will you find ground?
Are you prepared to make it
alone?