I tried to put some feelings down in words. It’s a bit dark; I hope that’s OK.
A ship sailed over waters deep
Beneath a graying sky;
A sightless pilot at the helm
Dreaming of distant shores.
The clouds rolled in, the waves grew tall,
Yet onward pushed the boat;
What else to do for a lonely crew
Who knows no other home.
Insidious breakers beat the prow,
The sailor’s grip grew tighter.
Far away from an unknown port
The ship began to founder.
To stay with these worthless timbered bones,
A barnacled prison cell,
Would bring an end to a pointless voyage,
And beautiful dreams as well.
One step, so small, into the dark,
Leave the ship to the ocean grim.
It matters not what the morning brings
For I was born to swim.
Your poem reminds me of my favorite Billy Joel song. https://youtu.be/LVlDSzbrH5M?si=UF_cPSnDEiBgDaog
