At Sea.....

Understanding, I thought I'd found,
A brand new day had come around.
I'd felt a friend, a champion, a lover
a shelter against storms of life was she,
But "NO," she screamed, 'tis not to be!"
Because of someone in HER history.

With vile pronouns in hand she stabbed at me,
and rent my heart for all to see.
But blinded by romance so new,
I'd opened up my heart to you,
and set again my heart to song.
From ramparts where I'd lived so long I came down,
Now I feel just like a clown.

I'm weary with being misunderstood,
will people never say I'm good?
They never seem to take the time,
to understand this soul of mine.

And now I've run back to the sea,
my boat won't make a fool of me.
For she is truly my my shelter from the storm,
and to my heart will cause no harm.
For imagined sins I will atone,
upon my boat, at sea, alone.

Walt