Saving Yourself

The trouble is, no one is going to save you.
You can only save yourself.
Small repairs mount up,
a bit of rust scraped away here,
a rope replaced there
and at some point, you begin to gain on it,
the leaks slowly stop, the bailing no longer needed,
It is work. Do not pretend otherwise.
But once you begin, it is your work,
and while no one will save you,
the work will.

About this poem

Preaching to myself. I do that a lot. It is always the work that gets you there, where ever there is.

The picture was taken in Provincetown, Mass.

Tom