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a poem on the trials of life |
| Haven I am a ship on an untamed sea, My sails are torn, and I’ve nowhere to flee. Like a leaf in violent swirling winds, I am thrown, near death, by the ocean’s whims. And all around like rabid beasts, The foaming crests climb over me. The shrieking winds, they mock my sweat, But I stand unmoved by Poseidon’s threat. They scream to me that hope is vain, That the flailing brine shall be my bane. Taunt as they may, my peace remains, For I will see the white shores yet. Though swells may flood my human eyes, And no land be lit under darkened skies. I will not fear the churning foam, For naught is here that I call home. When my journey ends, I shall find rest, On the coast where my sweet haven lies. |