sometimes it feels
like i'm dropped
in the middle of a storm
and told to swim back to shore
i'm...
not strong
but i'm not weak
and i know how to swim
so i start the long journey
to what i hope will be better
than these tumultuous waves
the daunting waves that
seem impenetrable
overbearing and
destructive
yet i swim
the only options available
are to go on or die
to use my strength
my patience and energy
in hope of reaching
that heavenly shore
doing nothing but swimming
until i get there
or i could give in
and let the waves win
in the water
the rain falls, the currents
pull this way and that
but i keep on paddling
because that's all i know how to do
and when i get to shore
what i imagined to be
bountiful
beautiful
full of hope and promise
is just a barren land of despair
and i fall to my knees
wondering what i'd done to come here
and knowing it is too late
for things to get better