Savior
Understanding life has become hard for me these days.
I can’t get it through my head
That not every boat ride will be smooth
And every dip will be shallow
It hits me harder when I find myself in the roughest of waves
And the deepest of holes.
I’m trying to stay above,
Trying to breathe,
Just trying.
But my limbs are getting tired,
My back is aching,
And my heart is hurting.
But my mind just won’t give up on me,
Convincing me to swim when the boat capsizes
And to climb when I’m deep in the ground,
I save myself every time.
I never needed you to be my hero
Because I have myself
And for that I am proud.
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