This poem was written on January 17, 1996.
In the sea of life
I seem to slip under the tide
But Lord knows it’s the only safe place to hide
I try to hold my breath
And do a smooth sail
Until I reach the point
When I exhale
I feel slightly dizzy
As the oxygen stops going to my head
Could it be worse
To be dead?
Sometimes I can reach the beach
But other times it’s just out of reach
Without a struggle
There is no progress
So I have to suffer
With this distress
Too strong to be weak
Too weak to be strong
I hope I don’t have to hold on for long
I’m no damsel in distress
So I should give it a rest
I will end up under or above the tide
Whichever will be my place to ride.
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