The Shipwreck

I sit by my ship, holding its broken sail,
Drifting the tides of despair.
Bound by the sea that I love and cherish,
Yet lost in the world of blue oceans and breeze,
I try to retrieve … 

I am not a good sailor, yet dared this far,
Guided by the waves of the sea, 
And the soft morning star.
The horizon, once golden faded to grey,
Still, the ship plunged deeper as the light slipped away.

The currents once guided my vessel,
With mercy, care, and grace,
But I've lost her hull as the storm now rages.
Each ripple a secret, each tide a regret,
A tempest of scars ripped till broken and beaten.

The once familiar sea now sees no pain,
No guiding stars for this wreck remains.
My anchor once fastened, now shattered apart,
Lost my compass — Oh, the ache in my heart!

The waters, though vast, no longer seem kind.
It's her depth I loved, despite her storms leaving me blind.

Oh, sea, will you ever still your wild crest,
Or leave me forever with this ache in my chest?
For though I am broken, adrift on this wave,
It's your arms I’ll seek, till my ship meets its grave.