.   Oh that but my life’s
    turbulent wake, that
    crease of self harm,
    sealed, and calmed
    to a sea of tranquility.

    Oh for the wisdom of
    hindsight and not red
    rag the winds with my
    sails of arrogance, filled
    with an invisible enemy.

    Oh but for this tacking
    course I charted, never
    yielding or conceding to
    forces of nature greater
    than all my persistence.

    My genuflecting bow has
    been keel hauled in surf,
    my decks waterboarded
    yet I refused to let go my
    feeble grip of the tiller.

    A stern faced insistence
    without a moral compass
    to guide me, still, I search
    for that elusive tranquility,
    on the island I left, and lost!