Billowing sails rumble inside me,
filling with the winds of hope
I thought long lost to changing tide of despair.
Creation laps at my bow as my vessel
moves across the vastness of my mind.
The darkness begins to flow from me,
as the waves build in strength,
chased away by the silver flutter of possibility
as its promise surrounds me in motion.
Light breaks at the horizon,
and I am on the journey again.
© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017