You shall call me!

Every time you pull me,
And push me back into the sea,
The desire to see,
Does not set me free.
I am but a one eye,
Within million sighs,
Without wings to fly,
I touch so many highs.
Why do you not speak,
With words that I seek,
Your silence seldom weak,
Conveys hope that is not bleak.
I cannot comprehend bondage,
Growing with my age,
Yet in life’s every page,
You have freed me from every cage.
Yet in my ignorance,
I have embraced arrogance,
Anger and impatience,
And ambition immense.
The more I reap,
There is pain somewhere deep,
This joy does not leap,
Rather makes me only weep.
My mother, my friend,
Where does this end,
I have nothing more to send,
But for ways to mend.