LIke sea anchors lost to storms
my possessions and dreams drop away
lost to placing too much hope
into one gamble or yet another.
With every wave of Life's storms
more is lost overboard so fast
I cannot gather them back in
as I fight at the helm.
Winds toss about like those of the Southern Seas
Rogue waves crash about, each seeking to take more.
Bereft of all my former canvas
adrift at the whims of currents
in a sea without any charts
I pray only for calm moments.
But the Fates are cruel indeed
denying my requests with more howls
as they send their Fury aspects
to harass one to World's Edge.
Every league I drift away further leave me undaunted
for in this moment I discover a hidden courage.
Nothing stripped away so fast
cannot be easily replaced once again
when the Fates take their hate
to heap upon another poor soul.
So still I fight with seas
turmoiled by so many other things
to find a way to regain
control of my Life's broken rudder.
Demasted though I may be, broken at the wheel
knowing the captain cannot lay himself before lost mast.
Nothing left to gamble against them
the Fates turn away from me
with a smile over her shoulder
from the one called Lady Luck.
Which gives me the chance finally
to take swig of coffee strong
as repairs are made with care
to survive their next crazy visit.
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