Damn the Torpedoes

The excitement of new.

The knowing of strife.

The frustration of sickness.

The commitment for life.

The determination to protect.

The joy of more days.

The newness of health.

The fear it won’t stay.

The sliver of hope.

The knowledge of none.

The witnessing a demise.

The grief that begun.


We struggle, we cry.

Anxious, we fear.

As time marches on,

We remember more clear.

Life wasn’t a climb,

It wasn’t all stress.

We loved another truly.

We don’t love them less.


They live on in moments

When we remember their smile

When we recall their laugh

Or their particular style

We float on an ocean

Of imbalance and waves

Of calm waters and rough seas

Of watery graves

Times of sorrow creep in

Torpedoes abound.

They appear unexpected

In a vision or sound

A song brings us grief

A sight can remind

A fragile content

Becomes undermined.   


We pick up the pieces

Set a course by the stars

Each one serves as guidance

Each point a memoir


It may take a moment

An hour or two

A year may be sufficient

But for most, decades won’t do.

Gone, not forgotten

What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger

Oft quoted, repeated

Until we can take it no longer.


We hear “you should move on”

Another odd phrase

“You should”, “You need to”

“This is all just a phase”

They mean well, they do

They just don’t understand.

That losing your heart

Is NOT part of “god’s plan”


What you lost is still yours

Own it with pride

As hard as it is

Be proud of your ride

Your ship is only

A vessel, a boat

You steer it, you know it

You make it float.


You’re here and you’re living

A life torn apart

But it’s yours, and YOU choose

If you make a new start

No shame, no regrets

Love fully and deeply

Love another again

Love them completely


You may want to sail

Alone if you’re so inclined

There is no “you need to”

No laws that bind.


There are no instructions

Nothing is defined

You sail wherever

Brings you peace of mind


I am now thirty seven

I’ve lived lives more than most

I am proud of my past

I stuck with my post

I loved Megan, though sick

I kept to my part

In sickness and health

Until death did us part


My vows never broken

And never will be

I can love how I want

As I float on this sea

I don’t have a map

No one has a chart

It’s our pasts that guide us

And we know it by heart


I may have “moved forward”

I may be on a new trail

But a new love and one lost

Still fills both sails

As I sail with Sarah

As I sailed before

Each fill their own spaces

Each has their own door


It is my choice to walk

Through whichever I choose

Damn the torpedoes

I’m enjoying this cruise.


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  • Carol
    commented 2017-10-27 14:40:46 -0700
    This made me smile with hope! ☺
  • Linda Tevebaugh Keeling
    commented 2017-10-27 10:13:20 -0700
    Absolutely beautiful….I am going to copy it…..OK?
  • Gayle Goldberg
    commented 2017-10-25 09:19:00 -0700
    Wow – this is great!
  • Carla Duff
    commented 2017-10-25 08:45:15 -0700
    Love, love, love this
  • Lisa Richardson
    commented 2017-10-24 23:00:30 -0700
    Bravo Mike!
  • Marissa Hutton
    commented 2017-10-24 19:52:01 -0700
    Damn the torpedoes, indeed! Beautifully written!
  • Pam Hartman
    commented 2017-10-24 19:11:53 -0700
    Damn the torpedos….Outstanding!