Waves

In these still waters when all is calm

It is smooth sailing with gentle tack

A steady voyage onward

Navigating with the wind at my back

But the brooding storm is starting to make waves

And it rocks my little boat to and fro

And I can feel the sickness rise and settle in my throat

The sea spray tears my face

These rougher waters are harder to navigate

Jibe ho, adjusting course

Hoping not to overturn

My little vessel

But even so I know how to right myself

Set sails into the wind and find the calm in the storm

And if necessary ride out these waves

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