Unsure

Once again, I've come to a junction,
the end of a path,
the aftermath of a journey, alone,
And im rowing in a two man boat,
the currents are strong,
my arms feel so weak,
yet im rowing along,
dedicated to futility,
I'm just not THAT strong.

There's no force, no spirit that drives me,
no name whispered,
no sweet words etched at the back of my mind,
yet for once, I wish there was,
an outstretched hand,
or a smiling face,
beckoning me to a warmer place.

A heart can jolt, can stumble, can shatter,
can bend, can break, yet it's never mattered.
For mine's unscathed.
Do the damage and make me feel.
MAKE me feel.

I've dreamt through the days,
I've slept through the nights,
I walk the world, anonymous.

I want to dedicate my words,
purpose; abstract
definition; unsure
Give me a reason to row to the shore.