Captain of My Own Ship

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Captain of My Own Ship


There is within me

a life force so strong that

     like the winds of King Aeolus

 If let out

     next comes the wreck. 


But without that storm

     does a captain come to know her courage

the one with which

       plus rest, plus resolve

she comes to land on her destined shore?


Oh Zephyr, Oh Notus, Oh Eurus, Oh Aquilo

for now, I release you

                I set my course

                      I trust the Divine to do their thing.


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