Alone, drifting away from the wreckage I created.
Familiar shapes are shambles now, rocking on the waves.
What I've grown to count on, my steady ground, is gone.
I broke my own raft, punched a hole
To test if I can make it on my own.
Just me against the waves. Stubbornly
I stay afloat – at their mercy, knowing
I will somehow make it.
I'm swimming to the shore, while my broken raft,
My refuge, is carried by away by the strong current.
It was my survival, that twirled me in the middle of the ocean,
Toying with my hope, but giving me support.
I paddle hard, all my strength channelled
Into the blind determination to make it to the shore
That I know exists.
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