I write to over come,
But then I become.
And so I write again,
But should not I refrain.
Lest I write about about about.

I pout.
I've sunk
My feet covered in gunk
My body wrapped in shallow water.

Too weak to even waver.
I hail.
But do I fail?
I'll trudge,

Forward with grudge.
I'll strive.
I'll thrive.
Ride the wave.

Behave!
I'll see the sun,
And run.
Pushing the limit.

Till I reach a summit.
Then down again...
But I'll regain.
For I see a beginning

And an ending,
The like of now,
I harden my brow.
This isn't the worse,
And if it were, let us rehearse:

If it's the worst, it can't get worse