Out on rough waters, tossed around on a boat,
Drug down by the current, the waves started to smote
All hope was lost. I gave up. I quit.
I was filled with self doubt. I was done, this was it.
Then a feeling came over me. The tide felt more calm.
My spirit lifted with serenity, like I was a rose held in his palm.
I then find myself on fresh sand, with a lesson learned by rote.
For when all else had failed, I had started to float.
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