At Sea
Rudderless and without sails
I'm adrift- mind wanders free
upon an endless sea of sadness
abounding in storm debris
Was that a ragged fragment
of my life that floated by?
Taunting tease, just out of reach
too torn to identify
Leaning back, I close my eyes
and count this journey's great cost
child, fortune, family
somehow, all but hope was lost
From my mast, where sails would be
that golden thread dangles yet
billowing fierce with each gust
tangling into a net
It seems to multiply there
growing thicker, stronger still
I watch it weave a new sail
as it fortifies my will
Braver now, I stand at helm
and face this fathomless fear
charting a bold new course through
confusion, anger, and tears
I've heard it said that anger
is just sadness in disguise
and scouting my horizon
I believe this true (and wise)
For the tempest that destroyed
both my ship and confidence
wasn't tragedy or fate
but old sorrow grown immense!
Copyright © Rhona Mcferran | Year Posted 2019
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