Corrected Compass, new Course. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The ship was listing, taking on waves,
Our little world, near watery graves.
The fear was real, the hurt ran deep,
A silent promise I had to keep.

I took the helm, with trembling hand,
And charted my course to safer land.
Some things I cut, some things I burned,
Lessons learned, a life overturned.

My wife, my north, my guiding light,
Stood firm beside me, through darkest night.
Her love, a beacon, bittersweet and strong,
Helping me right, where everything felt wrong.

It hurt to change, to let things go,
To watch the seeds of the future grow.
But for us all, the ones I hold dear,
This act of love, conquered all fear.

Now, calmer seas, a brighter sky,
Because I dared to try, to fly.
The best I've done, with her sweet grace,
To mend the world, and find our place.

T.M.Solvang