[ NaPo 2019 ] The Good Fight

is what she's fought;
an unwavering source of light  
in contrast to whatever darkness  
surrounds her night and day  
  
Lovely beacon shining bright  
upon desired shore within sight  
One line of poetry at a time  
spoken, illuminates The Way  
   
The mother of all turn-arounds  
made in ancient mariner rhyme  
entailing a broken man o'war    
at war with himself  
   
sailing storms of uncertainty;  
for what seemed Eternity -  
shipwrecked on an island shelf;  
now guided by her Poem  
   
heeding her siren call of Love  
finally heading back Home  
where she stands tall above    
alighting frothed waters frought  
   
fighting the good fight