​”A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” — John A. Shedd. 

I sought safety and refuge, 

For over half my adult life, 

Telling tales of madness, 

Spinning old yarns, 

Picking up daily – 

Where I’d left off before. 

Many maps,  laid claim – 

To fortunes – 

Beyond my wildest dreams,

I learned from old pirates, 

Of the beauty of a life, 

At sea,  unknowing – 

What waves would come my way.

So I let go of bowlines, 

And sailed the sea, 

Finding treasures, 

In the depths, 

Of myself – 

Of which no map speaks. 

Kevin Brown © 09.08.2016

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