Driftwood

I am but a limb, shaken and broken.
Torn away from the tree of life
thrown into a sea of confusion.
I've weathered storms of uncertainty
and came to rest upon the shores of deprivation.
My body, stripped of life and purpose.
My soul, the only linkage of a heart's desire.
I hear the wind's sweet song.
It comes in chorus of a rhapsody,
rising up from the bowels of the night.
In my heart of hearts I cry.
A life that was full of flesh,
now a skeleton of brittle bones.
As the tide reaches out and strikes me
I plead for just one thing:

"Cast me not into the sea from which I came
Nor shelf me for others to look upon
But leave my soul upon this beach to breath".
and let my body die with dignity.