Day 27—The Strength Which Lies Below

 

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The ship was once perfect,

Ready, an unshining hulk of power,

Designed to defend the weak and oppressed,

Until eventually put to rest in a quiet harbor,

Doors open to all who remembered its service when needed.

 

Today, the rust seeps through the paint designed to cover the flaws,

Crying the soft, dry tears of remorse, belying the hidden strength which endures.