Riptide
8/7/12
One does not need to suffer
To be aided in their art
But why can’t I
Believe that’s true
Whether my greatest or,
My worst, I find
Suffering brings out
The most creative part of me
I stand in time
Not knowing the future
Just the past
And where I am now
I feel this riptide
Pulling me out yet
Forcing me back
Which way?
A force beyond my control
A situation beyond my control
A life that is beyond…
Any control
This is my life
Though it doesn’t feel so
Sometimes, doesn’t feel
Controlled at all
Torn apart, torn to shreds
Falling, yet staying in place
Rising, again, just to fall, again,
Where am I supposed to be?
Deadly, yet things survive
Such is life,
But I want more than to survive
I want to live, to thrive
About the Creator
Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
Since 1991, this compassionate writer has grown through much adversity in life. One day it will culminate on his final day on Earth, but until then, we learn something new every day and we all have something to offer to others as well.
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