Sea Change
I am not the first to sail these storm tossed seas,
many many have journeyed before me,
and many many more will come,
the vessel I captain grows weary with the day,
each rise and fall, each tilt and sway,
I log the journey for one day to share,
these waters are charted so future sailor beware,
onward I go passing others along the way,
knowing and hoping calm shores await, one day.
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