Seas of Doubt

I want to just stop, sometimes sit down and cry and wallow in my misery and pain ... but what good would that do at the end of the day what problems would it solve would it help me find my way or not, piling on weight of this deep, dark depression and render me useless for anything worth having, worth knowing where's the hand I need to lift me. comfort these gray trains of thought, would you come to me, quick if I really needed you? here, now. before I'm awash lost in these raging seas of doubt...