Relief - NaPoWriMo, Day 5

Relief comes in stutters.
Smooth seas between
rough waves.

I am parched
but cannot drink
this tease
that's smashing
at my face.

The land winks
in short glimpses
betwixt the siren's bray
and the storm's rain.

I see the future.
I feel my faith.

I hold on
and I steer
and I pray.

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