Am

Ceaseless critique showers me; storm perpetual

Gail blows from those that matter most, oh why?

Self-doubt enveloping me, patina thickly crusts.

Stoicism spontaneously lit, a calm centre emerges

Unexpectedly and forcefully it serves to soothe soul

Inner decree made - doubt is my master no more

But is this new resilience pure, or ego manifest…

ultimately should such have relevance to course?

For the captain, this voyage is a life sentence.