A part of me.

There is a part of me,
That looks out into the broad,
The dark and level sea.
A part,
That's always looked out for me.
I see that part standing,
Washed from sand
Upon the waiting gravel
While I,
Exiled,
Unravel.
I've seen that part as it's seen me,
Seen the art it makes of fear,
And,
Seen the fear it's found in me.
Mistakenly.
The line it drew,
I drew,
Near.
The line it knew,
I saw with fear.
And in a break so disturbed
The birds awoke
And broke the sky.
I found,
All alone and adrift,
Holding onto breath amidst,
The storm swept sea.
There was a part of me,
I saw with fear.
A part of me,
I now hold,
Near.