For Donna Kneeland
by Alannah Joy Michaud
The wind got caught up in my sail,
And carried me from shore;
I feared that I was drifting back,
To where I was before.
Not only was I terrified,
To venture the unknown;
I knew I didn't have the strength,
To face this storm alone.
I hung my head down in despair,
And struggled with the past;
Trying hard to stay afloat,
While sinking rather fast.
But when the clouds began to part,
I saw as clear as day;
A beacon shining through the fog,
To help me find my way.
'Twas then I knew not to give up,
Land couldn't be that far;
And through my tears of happiness,
I saw things as they are.
For not too long ago I thought,
That hope could not be found;
Then there you stood--a tow'r of light,
Which turned my life around.
(c) 1998, 2002, 2016 by Alannah Joy Michaud