My Raft and I (part i)

I sail my ocean of self doubt,
In that dingy raft of mine

Of planks loose and frail
Lashed with that thread of confidence
I sail these turbulent waters,
That flare gun in my hand
That unspent shell,

Hope, Freedom, Life
I see planes;
mighty vessels of happy people
Yet they pass me by.
That flare gun in my hand,
That unspent shell

I Don’t Know