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


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