Days I've fought through
Became victories in a sweeter end.
Sipping the wines of the sweet nectar of achievement
My bright light to those around I send.
Once the rains of self doubt flooded the spaces of my free soul....
No tools to stay dry
I sank to the bottom  of the flooding core
Shackling my feet  down to despair's sea floor.
Blind of a way to save myself
I allowed myself to slowly drown in my own tears.
A hand pushed down with a ray of hope...
A diver pulled me up and taught me how to fight
The vicious monsters of fear.
My "Moby ****" is now a dear friend.
We sip the nectar of hope as we share a peace-pipe of unity.
Now, I am my own captain.
I sail in the deep blue waters of life's sea.
I often look at the diver's mask he left hanging on my cabin wall
In remembrance of what it means to be a true sailor..
To never let my ship sink when challenged by a call....
to the bottom....despair's weight...
of despair's blast
A torpedo  shot
As  a message  of darkness
I now shine at the helm.. of my ship... behind it's wheel
a winner gliding the tops of the sea
Never drowning from the lack of my life's tools which built  my ship
Free of despair's weight that draws me down as a failure.