Another storm, huh? Mast’s tattered, hull cracked again, seems like your sails never quite catch right, even in fair weather.
You’re out of the worst of it now, but still, I imagine it can’t be easy.
I say “imagine” because I truly can’t say for sure. There’s no way that I, from my safe place on dry land, could know what it’s really like to be out at sea, tossing and turning. None of us really can.
There may be other ships, but they’re all different builds, different models, with their own tears and cracks, their own ins and outs. In the midst of a storm you’re alone, with the creaks and groans of rain-battered wood for company.
But, at the end of the day, when you come to port, still rocky in the pier but as close to dry land as you can be, we’ll be here to help mend and fix. We’ll be here whenever you need us, to understand best we can.
You’ve gotten through worse, and you’ll get through this too.