The Captain of the Mind

My past remains behind me; it holds no final claim,

I chart the open water, the master of my fate.

Yet kindness is the compass that guides my quiet heart—

I have no room for venom, no need or use to hate.

I write the living chapter with steady hand and pen,

Though other ships will cross me and winds may try their will;

I do not drift in silence, a passive passenger,

Nor let a passing shadow command the course I fill.

With loving care I anchor, with stoic mind I steer,

Unbowed by heavy weather, unmoved by what was said.

No struggle in this journey shall ever keep me down;

I will be quiet when I’m dead.