A Sailor Boy Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

No shutting doors, no turning back,
The past is here, a well-worn track.
Not filled with shame, or held in fear,
But lessons learned, now crystal clear.

Each poem written, line by line,
A key to stories, truly mine.
Unload the weight, the heavy stone,
A chart is made, I'm not alone.

Bad days still there, I can't deny,
But written down, they help me fly.
No longer anchors, holding tight,
They guide my way with newfound light.

The sailor boy, he starts to grow,
Fifteen at sea, watching winds blow.
The ocean's calm, the ocean's rage,
Still lives within, on life's long stage.

I miss the waves, the salty air,
That ocean's spirit, beyond compare.
My words now sail, across the page,
A past embraced, in every age.

T.M.Solvang