Tugboat

In addition; The sails flapped loosely in the wind Committed to providing it's best chance searching the sky Things not seen below the patter of crashing waves. Adjusting each sail The ship rising and falling The throb of an intrigued chest No longer tied at Port Anchorage at the sides The sail snaps Growing tighter by the moment The breeze spraying ocean mist Of wild waves Untamed Stomach stood still The scrubbing sound of latches rattle against the pole Paranoid that we could go overboard at any moment slicing through the rickety waves Teddering left then right Shaken backward and forward Humbly seeking God's grace Seeking strength in the midst of storm Ranting at the sky in a boat so small This war was you This sea your heart Faith to see a brighter day Following a cracked compass