Hold Still

I now wish to say a prayer, because this life can be a bear.
The sun comes up if only briefly to bear its witness, yet leaving quickly.
It seems unfair to be the one to share the burden of thousand kinds.
The trip is planned with sails set to take my life beyond regret.
It isn't I who takes the care to guide this ship in open air.
I simply shift to slow gear, close baby blues and say: "Hold still, my dear."