the ship in port

i tilt

towards 

God

at times when things

get hard.

when

trouble arises.

not drink or drug,

or sex,

i go to my knees

to right the ship

on those roiling waves,

but

when the storm departs

how easily

i fall

back into my old ways

with the ship in

port, anchored

and safe, 

perhaps

it's time to change 

my circled course.

i've sailed enough

for one

lifetime.