The storms of life are ragging. Strong waves of fear dash high. I feel my spirit sinking low beneath the crashing tide. With each new wave my mind descends down to a dark despair. I feel the cords of grief and pain clinging, holding me there. I cry for help yet no one hears, no person heeds my call. Or did I even make a sound? Should I try swimming to the shore, or go ahead and drown?
RainChild~ A nicely written piece. Raging storms can sometimes determine our path by giving us challenges to either fight against or flow with. I liked the way you portrayed the struggle in your writing. Always swim to shore ... there's an abundance of opportunity waiting on the next wave of storm. ~*Marge*~
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