The Unbroken Mariner

A Poem

I've fought too hard to abandon my vessel,

the swelling tide of pride to consume me.

The dangerous waves of vanity I wrestle,

engulfing the passage to be free.

The megalithic sea of reality writhing rhythmically,

crashing a ship or propelling a trip.

As I crash upon the sea,

I fear I may lose my grip.

The wet tomb of darkness beckoning my surrender,

I fight on through it all.

Diligence and courage I must remember,

to close my senses to the siren call.

The ocean of death never to sleep,

yet I sail to live forever.

Never a salty tear too deep,

for me to ever say never.