by Jayne 

These seas feel so empty

I drift endlessly waiting to see land

waiting to get off this wreckage.

Give me space with shooting stars and galaxies.

give me hope and a kiss safely planted on my lips.

I will float

I will paddle until I see shore.

The storms are tiring my splintered soul

the sky is blinding my tired eyes.

Survival calls for writing.

Life calls for me in the horizon

where nothing but the blue sky cradling

the black ocean can be seen.

“Walk with me on

the water” he says to me in a mirage.

“Stand up and have faith

let me lead you I am your shield

and you hold the truth.

Jayne is a writer. With her free time, she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize that the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. Find her writing and projects at