Life Surfing

Restless,

my mind sprints

from here to there-

even with all this adderall

I'm prescribed.

I feel like these waves of life,

that keep crashing over me

are beginning to drown me.

but I'm trying to convince myself,

that I'm out here to surf these waters.

After all, I signed myself up for this competition

and I swam out here myself 

didn't I?

But now,

I'm cold,

out of breath,

fatigued.

But I remember that

I've got my fans back on shore

watching, judging, and 

anticipating my next achievement,

waiting for me to do something amazing.

So I can't let up,

can't show tiredness

soreness, or exhaustion.

And I know that I am an athlete 

In this game of life. 

And I know deep down,

I will train myself to perfection,

To top level. 

I will lift my weights,

So that I’m strong enough,

To conquer these

Unpredictable tides.

Just keep swimming they say.

But until when?

Until I make it?

Or until I drown in these waves?

Is this what they mean by high and low tides? 

- {Rachel Mary}