The day is filled with
the hustle and bustle of
just what, exactly?

When was it, perhaps,
that my comfortable things
became my prison?

The handsome captain:
his uniform freshly pressed,
the blood scrubbed away.

I don’t know the way,
but I won’t let that stop me
from even trying.

My heart is steady,
everything where it should be,
just as it should be.

Our days feel endless,
but our time is limited,
so make each day count.

Two opposing souls who
cannot see the common way
are destined to fail.

A jacket and tie,
shirt pressed to perfection, but
his face is wrinkled.

A heavy burden,
there’s no load on his back, but
he struggles to stand.

A life in turmoil,
but he was her salvation:
the calm in the storm.