Today is filled with storm,
Lightning from every side.
Like hell in every form,
Taking me with the tide.
It's raining oh so hard,
Flooding to be exact.
I'm supposed to be on guard,
And just absorb impact.
I struggle to even breathe,
To even stay alive.
I even struggle to believe,
I manage to survive.
It's so hard to stay afloat,
So very hard to keep going.
I use the Bible as a boat,
And prayer to keep rowing.
Swimming against the waves,
In this ocean filled with death.
I can see half the graves,
Of those who lost their breathe.
I don't want to become like them,
Like those who just gave up.
I want to finish the race,
And be found standing up.
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