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}
