My wounds are healing, my scars are less sore,
I feel like myself every day more and more.
The thrashing waves, and once violent sky,
are calm and peaceful as boats sail on by.
Yet in the blink of an eye the calm sea becomes rough,
The sails are less sturdy, the anchor less tough.
The storm returns with a vengeance; its wrath,
destroying all that lies in its path.
She prays and holds onto her body tight,
she protects it with courage and all of her might.
She reminds herself that she commands her own ship,
she takes back control, she tightens her grip.
The sun through the clouds slowly comes into sight,
The eagle soars as he reaches flight.