I Had Withstood Poem by James McLain

i am me, next to they
all such as we
some in the wake, 'are crossing this lake,
when upon it,
and as oil, i as woman i slid,
met'a·phor'ic and each as we strive too reach
deep inside the core which is us.
Beings of they the bells
and i of whom, when near i hear, 'has fixed.
Underwater you hear,
the winds of your mind, in by you as it takes
each breath to remember, 'where it is that i am.
Hanging on to that fact and it calms and it loosens
and decelerate my breath, and my heart i enjoy.
All mixed together churning the water,
knowing that you swim to that goal exactly.
Like sewing machines beating as foam of the water,
but many people went back left to vague,
and faced and were thus repaired.
To one side i heard that someone, of the kayak thus 'said,
Then, my hand hit there soft against land.
and it was i whom it was, that did that.
I was redone.
I had withstood,
in the order of recomenment to my friend.
'which was i, myself
and i started again talking and thinking while walking,
and i for a moment
was the foam and the waves, the sand and the shells
left by the tide on the seashore.