‘The rising sun’ By Erin Bianchi

The sun is rising
The shade will protect me
my faith being questioned
My savior shows me the way
feels as if the earth shifting
Yet my roots are already embedded
The tide is rolling in
I forget how to swim
the undertow taking me
And deeper
Until I can no longer fight the storm
I lay there
Let the waves carry my body
I’m drifting away
Parts of me I can’t dive deep enough for.
My eyes filled with water
Although my heads afloat
will I ever make it back to shore
the night is drawing near
I’m still laying here
In hopes I can tread this water
Until tomorrow when the sun rises again.

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