To Fight is to Ride
It wasn’t just the wind
Or pure brutality,
It wasn’t just the ocean;
It was all that swallowed me.
I called out loud to mom,
But she was far away.
Dad stood by and cried,
But he had nothing to say.
The waves pulled blood and flesh,
And shredded me dead, blind,
Till my skin was all but rust,
And my search would none but find.
Gasping, gasping, choking,
Twisting hands, legs, feet,
The brutal, wind and ocean
Soaked life of me at meet.
And just as I was going down,
And life gave a tired nod,
I tried once more to cry and call
But now it was to G-d.
He did not catch or hold me,
He did not pull me to shore.
He did not dry the ocean,
Or soothe its rippled core.
He did not stop the rain,
Or send a rescue boat.
All He did was hold me still…
And I realized I can float…
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