Voyage

The waves tower above me;
My ship tosses and flounders—
Subject to the sea.
Where can I turn my bow?

My journey continues on—
Destination thought, not seen
As the wind tears my sail
And turns my bow.

Darkness descends as rain,
Torrents glaciate my blood
As I grasp the flogging ropes—
Desperate to see a shore.

A beam splinters the night.
My family—a lighthouse—
Guides my staggering ship
Back to the distant coast.

Navigating surging waves,
I set my sights on shore.
My voyage guides me home—
Safely, I cast my anchor.