Cutting ties

The storm has passed.

I missed the time for cutting ropes with axes

To free the ship from the moorings.

In the calm, the labrynthian  knots of a past life;

Confusion and pain and miscommunication

Are now the only thing holding me to fast

To a port that was once my home.

Can I exist beyond this safe haven?

The destination is unclear,

But the ship has been repaired.

The stores have been laid below decks.

The ship is prepared for the storms and

 Long weeks at sea before sanctuary will be found again.

The crew has passed the new muster.

The sails burned by my own apathy,

Replaced with stronger cloth.

Untie the knots one by one

Freeing myself one step at a time.

With heavy heart hoist the anchor.

Turn my back to this past anchorage

And put my face into the wind.

Watch as the sails are filled with confidence.

Feel pride as I steer my own vessel

Into seas that have been uncharted.

The sea is calling.

A new life beckons.