From Sinking to Sinking

No one knows what lies ahead.

I think I'll sink the ship instead.

Without a doubt, I'd lift an arm.

For I'm not willing to survive such harm.

Using the last of my strength to lighten the load,

I begin a promise to myself, a path to a new road.

Just as this beautiful promise occurred.

God promised me something that seemed even more absurd.

The promise of happiness.

A Gift, and a privilege.

My Rainbow after the storm.

My life, once again, reborn.

A hand to hold.

The warm to my cold.

My strength and my weakness.

Remain in me.

Colourful and free.

My beautiful wonderful Sea,

I sink deep into thee.