.   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 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!