Ships, harbours.

Every docking opportunity,
an assurance of refuge,
with hopes of acceptance;
they who persisted.

Stopped at every opportunity,
they did.

A quest for a hearty change,
and a joyful state.

Promises of forever,
tough times,
and brighter days
that'll light the darkest nights.

Broke down they did,
each time they had to leave
but they sailed on,
till the next harbour was in sight.

It was courage
that kept them moving;
a covetous trait,
for one who can't,
couldn't,
wouldn't,
reach out.

This,
an asseveration,
for they who persevered.

& there they lay,
they who kept searching,
the only way they know how.

Happiness,
a subjective matter;
did it require,
a change of environment,
or simply,
a change of heart?

For they who haboured,
not expecting of guests who stayed,
there could be the brightest lighthouse,
that docked them in.

Have faith,
regrets are ever unbecoming,
& stand tall.

This,
but well wishes,
to trudge on.