
At the mercy of the waves,
Alone on an inky sea;
No moon, no stars for guidance,
Drifting aimlessly.
The night is dark and endless,
The horizon cannot be seen,
Relentless waters billow,
The wind howls, cold and keen.
Though heaved and hurled and battered,
Still she remains afloat,
Resilient, determined,
That sturdy little boat.
©2020 Joanne Van Leerdam
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