
…
Feeling so small,
and powerless.
Holding tight to my rowboat,
As the dark ocean waters,
storm both sides.
My matted hair, soaked,
covering my eyes.
I sail alone,
without direction.
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!

…
Feeling so small,
and powerless.
Holding tight to my rowboat,
As the dark ocean waters,
storm both sides.
My matted hair, soaked,
covering my eyes.
I sail alone,
without direction.