You face nightmares
shunning them with your hand
you turn even me away
when all I wish to do
is throw you an anchor
in the depth of night.
No wave could drown
your anguished cry.
Young, inexperienced captain
in disbelief you challenge for the first time
a storm of horrible size:
solitude
furiously raging
when nearby faces
and far horizons
disappear from your dreams.
Son,
may you have
a heart for a compass
your heart, filled with the wonder
of days to come.
by Jason R. Forbus
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