Swimming Lessons

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    Swimming Lessons

     

    Riptides of loneliness draw us to an ocean of seclusion,

    Mercy beckons from shores of loving sands,

    with stubborn hope we fight the current frantic for the land.

    heartbreak, and anger diminish resolution.

     

    Relentless tides of grief drag us down,

    Crushed by waves of betrayal, we are gagged and bound.

    The hard fists of fate impeding our return,

    solitude freezes hearts, while we rage and burn.

     

    Drifting further away, our anchor does not hold,

    sweeping us toward death, alone, forlorn, cold.

    The coast so very close, but never moving near,

    Shark-like despair circles hope; changing it to fear,

     

    Learn to swim again; don’t let the gloom in,

    if we decide to just exist, we become as tin.

    Elect not the weakness of fools, 

    fight back when this world becomes cruel.

     

    If we stop trying we drown, trapped in an eternal state,

    do not choose to settle for the icy embrace of fate,

    or you prove that it is not others, but ourselves we hate.

     

         

     

     

     

       Bryan David Lang

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    danmartyjake1 commented on Swimming Lessons

    12-10-2009

    Smart advice and lessons learned. I enjoyed this one....

    kalel

    12/11/2009

    Yes I agree the first line was inspired by an offhand comment made in of all places a Dean Koontz novel that really touched me in an akward time. If you have a chance and the inclination you should read The Good Guy, Koontz or not you'll be surprised.

    JacLiz2 commented on Swimming Lessons

    09-14-2009

    Good encouragement for those who need to stop wallowing in self-pity. Psalm 119 says "They push me down that I might fall, but Jah picks me up again". Please feel free to leave comments for my poems at : http://www.originalpoetry.com/poet/jacliz2

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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