
I sail into storms
in my tiny boat
ill-equipped for chaos
navigating by sight
I push through winds
armed with oars
and effort
while waves tower
and my boat is swamped
bailing water
fighting onward
seeking only to stay afloat
filled with knowledge
that stopping is doom
knowing that rest
means I will surely drown – Caroline A. Slee
Well penned verse with an appropriate image
Thank you!