Flailing

Swimming against the tide,
With fading strength
And dwindling faith
To guide him
He felt lost.
Drowning.
No end in sight.
Flailing.
Wailing.
Broken within.
He had all but drawn his last breath
When,
The feel of sand
Between cold toes
Gave him the strength
Of ten.

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One Response to Flailing

  1. jfb57 says:

    We all feel like that at times and fear we are never going to get there but the elation when we do! Sometimes we do it two or three times a day xx

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