Let go of the sail

My life is a ship, and I its mighty captain,

through all storms and dreaded rain.

I hold the sails so strong,

that fathom the winds strain.

I check the map and compass,

I check the sun and the winds,

I never let this out of steer,

that being my only fear.

On the stormy days,

when the winds waft, 

a too many tales,

I bleed my hands

to hold the sails.

It hurts and hurts more to sail,

but I never let go of the sails. 

I never let go, not let the winds gains

the ship always under me,

and always thus will be.

But somedays, I look at the dreamy clouds,

those sapphire blue hues,

I wish to let go, to let the winds take over,

to let the winds take over and glide me slow.

But - OH NO, says the mind,

don't ever let go,

you never know what can go wrong.

To the heart or mind, which one to hear ?

Which one to let, guide me there ?

Under this thought I go,

not reaching there, on and on I go.

I still to this day ask on the go, 

to let go or to not let go.

Unable to leave

unable to veer,

my life is a ship, I fiercely steer,

through all the dreaded fears. 

(Wrote a poem after a long while, so ye much appreciate the feedback

~ Thanks'😊)