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Oct 2018
Swimming against the waves,
forcing myself to swim.
I'm tired, but not dead yet.

Oh, how easier it would be
to let the waves carry me,
how tempting is a surrender,
how relieving must be
giving up, not staying afloat.

But how much more tempting is
a fight with the current,
when you know
that you can win, if you only want.

Swimming against the waves,
exhausted, in need of a break,
with no strenght left,
with muscles like sponge.

Something is telling me
not to give up,
and carry on,
so I carry on.
Peter B
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Peter B  35/M/London
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