"A storm is forming deep in the horizon,
a section in the sky my binoculars have decided to deny
where monsters lie underneath the dark blue waters.
My paddle feels heavier and my body tires
the more I try to keep the sea flat and the sky blue.
The storm finds me sleeping during a dreamless night
and the biggest of waves pushes me into the sea
which has now turned gray and turbulent
taking over all my senses.
Now floating in a sea of uncertainty,
I have to let go of that orange life vest.
Knowing I will swallow salt water,
I remind myself I have my raft and am sea-skilled.
I will learn how to keep afloat
on nights when I see the northern star clearly in the sky
and on those moon-less nights that bring strong tides
whether the waves reflect flickering light
or they seem sky high
in the ever-moving sea of life."
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