Strength
and
Hope
Grow
each
time
I
stare
Fear
down,
the
strength
to
stand
up
and
be
present,
the
hope
that
sparks
inside
saying
"Don't
Quit
Yet!",
Even
lost
in
struggles
there
are
reminders-
small
tiny
pieces
that
say...
There
is
still
Life
to
Live...
-Sharon Horton
Monday, July 23, 2012
"The Deep End" by Sharon Horton
In truth
I was heading to
the Deep End, though
I knew I couldn't really swim,
out farther and farther
I descended, barely treading
before going over my head, I
saw the life guards
distant on the shore
but I did not scream for help,
did not wave my arms about
so I was ignored,
did not seem in such distress,
they know not
the heavy darkness
weighing me down,
I knew I would sink,
I would surely drown,
And yet, within, so much debate,
on whether or not
to turn around.
by Sharon H.
I was heading to
the Deep End, though
I knew I couldn't really swim,
out farther and farther
I descended, barely treading
before going over my head, I
saw the life guards
distant on the shore
but I did not scream for help,
did not wave my arms about
so I was ignored,
did not seem in such distress,
they know not
the heavy darkness
weighing me down,
I knew I would sink,
I would surely drown,
And yet, within, so much debate,
on whether or not
to turn around.
by Sharon H.
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