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Jun 2018
Here I am on a raft
I'm paddling quite hard
The rushing waters push me back
The wind is on my side
Will i ever reach the mountain
Where this stream has sprung
Or will i be cast back down
To endlessly float in the towering waves
Of the deep blue ocean.

I was once in the ocean
Floating aimlessly
I once was lost in despair
With tears that will never be seen

For the ocean is all water
No one can tell the difference
They just see a big blue mass
No one sensed my distress

But some how through it all
I managed to make it out
Now I'm paddling up river
To the mountain of doubt

My raft is brown
Its made if wood
The oars are wooden too
The river is my enemy
Pushing me away
The wind is my friend
But compells me to sway

I'm soar, I'm hurt
My muscles no longer move
But then ahead, i see the mountain
Where the spring has sprung
And so I push forward
I give the oars a shove

But as I reach the mountain base
It becomes an uphill row
The raging waters are too much for me
I guess I'll forever be below

Below the mountain
Below the goal
I'll never be enough

So back to the ocean I now float
For I can't make it to the top

The top was a place filled with joy
With good water to drink
And friends to be with

But I can't make it, I am all alone
Forever to wander the abyss
Written by
CloudedVision  21/M/Minnesota
(21/M/Minnesota)   
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