Through my storms I strive to hold fast
Stable my ship from keel to mast
Under ferocious skies and pummeling rain
Obsidian waves brewed of loss, rage and pain
Weathered and tattered, violently tossed about in the night
Tar and pitch the cracks, mend my sails with poetry I write
Repairing the damages despite barely able to see
Allowing courage, strength and hope to blindly navigate me
When the storms clear, even if only for a moment
Rejuvenating breath of calm
freed from self torment