Ship Without a Rudder

During this time
With the winds blowing
And the waves crashing all around
I am like a ship without a rudder
Being tossed around
To and fro
With no control of my own
Where will I end up?
Will this tiny ship sink?
Will it be dashed along the rocks of a rocky shore?
Or is there some higher purpose at play here?
I would like to think so
I have seen such tragedy in this life of mine
But yet I keep holding on
I must keep holding on
It's the only thing I can do at this point
Surely there has to be some point to all of this
I long ago gave up trying to steer
The wheel spins left and right as the winds of the times wills
This does get tiresome, but still I hang on
Wondering where the next port, whether figurative or literal will be
All I ask is that Mother Spirit protect and guide me

Jaclyn C. Horton
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