I am a small boat in a big ocean, all alone tugging along a wrecked ship...
Nights pass with heavy loads and day breaks with hardwork, yet I tug alone my wrecked ship...
Many storms come along, with tide so swift that I nearly lose my grip on my wrecked ship, lightening so bright and thunder roars gives me shivers of doubt that I might not make to the shore with my wrecked ship...
With a high aim and certainty, I tug along with my wrecked ship...
Days go by and I still see no land, will I be able to safely shore my wrecked ship...
Sometimes I see land but my sight has gone so blurry that even reality passes my sight...
Thinking I was taking the right path to the shore but the waves sway me in all directions, it's hard to tell which direction I am in now...
It's a big ocean and am all alone tugging my wrecked ship...
©sim
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
I am a small boat in a big ocean, all alone tugging along a wrecked ship...
Nights pass with heavy loads and day breaks with hardwork, yet I tug alone my wrecked ship...
Many storms come along, with tide so swift that I nearly lose my grip on my wrecked ship, lightening so bright and thunder roars gives me shivers of doubt that I might not make to the shore with my wrecked ship...
With a high aim and certainty, I tug along with my wrecked ship...
Days go by and I still see no land, will I be able to safely shore my wrecked ship...
Sometimes I see land but my sight has gone so blurry that even reality passes my sight...
Thinking I was taking the right path to the shore but the waves sway me in all directions, it's hard to tell which direction I am in now...
It's a big ocean and am all alone tugging my wrecked ship...
©sim
It becomes rather challenging when you are looking after a loved one going through a severe stroke and Alzheimer's. A mother is a mother, her love cannot be replaced by any other.
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