Poem - The Voyage

On calm waters the journey is plot

A long voyage on life’s vast ocean

To see the wonders on distant shores

With excitement, hope and desire

We three set off on adventure

Bold is the boatswain

Who will look fear in its eyes and cackle

A madman behind the wheel

So unlike is brother Watchman

Who cries at every grey cloud

And on good days I take the helm

The crew is merry and bright

Great progress is made

Towards each port of call

On some days there are storms

I do my best to keep the old boat steady

But it is unreasonable to stay at post

Day in and day out

As the Boatswain takes the wheel

My tired hands grip the mast and I know fear

The control wrenched from me

The waves bobbing up and down

So certain I am they’ll take me

The Watchman’s cries echo my own

A chorus ignored while the storm persists

No storm lasts forever

And the clouds do eventually part

But I am bedraggled, saltswept and sore

Let the Watchman take the wheel

Though he lacks the skills

To get us back on course

He does his best to let us rest

Self-care is our duty now

With a head a rest

My station is my own once more

My boat weathered by the storm

Once again we turn toward our destination

And journey once more

This is my crew for life’s voyage.
Anxiety, Depression, and I