Rowing against the winds,
my boat of emotions are heavy to manuever.

My arms struggle with the oars of logic and reason;
pushing the waters of intuition away.

My speed, though cumbersome to maintain,
is constant as I break through the currents of life.

Always upstream I seem to be moving,
never considering the downward flow easier.

I know that if my small craft I call my body, my boat,
should venture the easy stream down then
I shall find myself falling fast over thunderous falls.

So push and pull I go,
moving upstream towards safety and solidness
...and God.

(from 041601)

Comments

[Ali]

Very Pretty. I have been feeling this way lately myself.