"Don't Give Up The Ship"

I thought I had it.

Grace.

All day going strong.

Now, revoked?

Night falls, and I am me again?

In another draft I spoke about God.

But now, it is gone.

So another day....

Another day.

When I'm quieter, and have less to say.

Words will win.

It never feels fair to lose.

Tonight I will grow gills.
Tomorrow I will show up from the bottom of the pond.