All along the waters
The broken vessel
raised its sails.
For many miles
It travelled alone
Telling lonely tales.
As the current
Changed its course
So the vessel learned to trust,
That each raging storm
brought the unexpected,
And its sails had to adjust.
For so many days
The waves crashed
ferociously into its path.
But the clouds would break
Making the journey
Worth all of the oceans wrath.
And then each morning
Brought new hope
That the vessel could still sail the sea.
One glorious adventure
And that willful broken vessel... was me.
-N.J.
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