A sailor and a ship

sometimes,
our past is just like a harbor,
that keeps us where we are,
and guards us,
but sometimes,
we have to learn to let go of the past,
so we can make the journey,
from who we are,
to what we will become.

I don't know where this ship is sailing,
I wished only for a compass,
But the northern star will be just fine,
A loving companion i yearn,
Along the journey to share the nights with,
someone to talk with,
about our dreams, love, past and present
Courageous this fellow must be,
Willing to look to the future that lies ahead us,
But nobody wants to take part in this risky adventure.

I am lonely.
I feel so lonely.
The loneliness is so palpable.