Final Illusioning

So many times, the monster we call Lost, would be by our side, creating this feeling of panic surging inside you, including the silent, desperate call of help.
These, are eating you away.
The power, overwhelming.
Imagine standing on a stretch of busy road. Everyone is scurrying pass you, headed for a certain destination, but, you are watching in a daze, at a loss of what to do.
You stand, stranded.
The image blurs, everything starts to spin, your head starts to swim and your mind is in a whirl. Distress seizes you.
It's nauseating. It's never ending.
The only thing you want to do is to swear and curse at the top of your voice, deep inside wishing that things would return to normal.
You are putting on a brave front against Lost.
Imagine standing on the deck of a cruise ship, powered only by the huge, merciless waves of the Pacific Ocean. The fuel had run out, the hope had diminished, the fighting spirit had died. Ugly and treacherous waves crash onto the deck, the vast, black ocean threatening to drown the ship and all. You watch on fearfully, not knowing the shivering is a result of coldness, fright or hunger. Your heart thumps so hard against your chest that it feels as if it would force its way out anytime.
Your ship stands in the middle of nowhere.
A thousand cries away from home, literally.
You are fighting a losing battle against Lost.
You cuddle yourself for warmth, praying that the waves would stop beating onto the fragile sides of the ship that is holding everything together. You would feel almost suffocated, by the damp air and your fear.
You stand, stranded.
The only thing you want to do now, isn't to fight against this powerful storm. No, you have no more will, no more strength. Courage had simply ran out on you.
The only thing you want to do now, is to sit down and burry your head in sobs, hoping that by some miraculous means, home, would find its way to you.
Let go.
Let the tears flow, let distress apeace your soul.
Only then may we hope to find the light of true courage, the light of direction, leading us the way, in the pitch dark, ardous road ahead of us.
There is still a long hard way ahead of us. May the light be found