Giving In

The cusp of even tide is in my veins, It tangles with the seaweed in this heart By drowning in these lungs to echo pains; Giving up would drop me from the start. I shouldn't but increasingly I will; Determine what shall balance it the most For every vane of doubt, I can instill A strength to stop the rage of roller coast. Where the waves of undulation steeps defy Then giving up prepares us what to do Build that dam and say, "I will not die", Live another day and see it through. Life was formed to thrill the go betweens' Those death defying acts, unlike the theft Of what I use to have, but now that means I'm putting back what courage I have left.