My Soul Is Drowning... - Poem by Tim murphy
my soul is drowning,
as it fights the formidable lion tide.
as it roars i am deafened,
my mind drifting,
as it contemplates heaven.
In this game theres no chance of winning,
no chance the tides will subside.
All i can do is let go,
and put all my trust in hope.
As i do in that moment,
i feel stillness,
as i enter lifes natural flow.
I then begin riding the impossible wave,
as i realise i'm home.
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