Breaking Loose

Your advice I embraced like a credulous sop
Soaking up the slops of your flood damaged stock
Abandoned my soul to a man in dry dock
Lopped off my authenticity – Stop
There, Vice Admiral, ebb to my flood
You think I am scuttled, destroyer of dreams
With your hull piercing, exocet, self-serving schemes
Be damned, I dread nought, flounder in mud!
I will plumb my own depths and follow my chart
Screech tempests and howl through torrents of tears
Break anchor, make sail, the waves will I part,
Drowned no more by your counsel of fears
Your advice is oe’rwhelmed in the wake of my oars
My ship is loose, my spirit soars

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