Though captains come and go,
the ships can still sail on.
Though ships have found the bottom,
the destinations are not gone.
We cling to how things are,
we like habits and routine.
We indulge when times are fat
and complain when times are lean.
Life remains perpetual,
but offers no guarantees,
to any individual
no matter what they need.
We are left to choose our faith,
our source of course correction,
when we meet with the impassible
that forces new direction.
I have faith I’m not alone,
I am worthy and I’m a lover.
I have faith I’m not in charge,
but I own how I treat others.
Though possessions come and go,
companionship lives on.
Though loved ones pass away,
our connections are not gone.

This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Lines to Get Started.
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