Great poem from my photo……
My ship is 90% submerged, rolling in waters right up to my neck;
My soul is 90% inebriated, drunk on sorrow that covers the deck.
My heart is 90% broken up, reeling from blow after blow on its door;
My path is 90% washed out, carried to sea with a wind-blasted roar.
But that means –
10% of my ship is afloat, enough for my Captain to steer my poor boat;
I’m 10% sober, and that is enough to choose not to drink of the sorrow’s rough moat.
A full 10% of my heart is okay, so use it I will to recover my wounds;
I’m 10% accurate in finding my course, so after corrections, I will be home soon…