November 18, 2011•92 words
The world fuels my thoughts like warmth to a storm,
Mental overflow has just become the norm.
Only now have I bailed out my fleet,
Giving it buoyancy, enough to retreat.
But behind it was my enemy: fixation.
It stared us down, I threatened abdication.
Then, a revelation! I ordered "About face!
We are to march into the storm, post-haste!"
Fixation would not have my men this day,
For I have forbid myself to go astray.
Through the storm to the promised land we sail,
May our perseverance and valor always prevail!