While I navigated between the jagged rocks
my ship questioned my every move
through her moans, creaks and anguished cracks.
Minor tears in her sails were growing quickly
into shredded rips, with much needed wind
now escaping through loud and annoying flutters.
My self-preservation was buckling at the knees,
blistered hands pleading for a rest.
Even I began to question my resolve, glancing
at the closeness of the rocks –
when suddenly the mighty ship stopped,
the metal safety bar lifted from our laps
and we exited to our left.
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