I Write Poetry

MY SHIP
(c) Edward York

The little ship was barely moving,
Against waves that splashed so strong.
In an attempt to reach for safety,
It had battled way too long.

I stood steadfast in the cabin
With my hands upon the wheel.
My fears had all but left me,
I was much too numb to feel.

The ship still was moving steady,
Although it moved too slow.
I knew I was determined,
As I try everything I know.

The ship gave me a battle,
A test for my resolve.
Not only test for the physical,
But problems I must solve.

Some answers always come to us,
But we just can’t know when.
So we can’t just stand and wait them,
And hope our ship comes in.