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The waves pound the side of the boat,

Listing to the right and left threatening to capsize.

One lone occupant struggles to keep himself a float.

He is knowledgeable and knows not to overcorrect,

but mistakes are sometimes made.

He does get frustrated and scream and yell at the storm to stop.

It never does any good.

He struggles from day to day.

His only reprieve comes from the few moments he tunes out the world.

But alas it is temporary.

And the storm is ever waiting. 

He remembers when there were calmer waters and not so much struggle.

But it seems like an eternity ago.

A man can only struggle for so long before he gives up on hope.

Where it is true that hope can never die.

It can get lost in the storm.

It can seem so distant and just out of reach that it might as well not exist.

But still he fights on,

He knows that the storm will subside.

But then the waves come and pull him over board and he clings to his boat for dear life.

The current pulling him under stealing, the very breath from his lounges.  

Fighting once more he pulls himself to the surface for the air he needs.

Only to be pulled back under, no chance to catch his breath.

He won’t give up so easily and again he claws at the water, to the surface grabbing his boat.

He’s safe.

For now at least, until the waves and current pull him under again.

His only wish is for the storm to subside or the waves and current to just keep him.

Either way he wishes for the struggle to be over. 

His body tired,

His mind stressed past most people’s breaking point,

His soul flaps in the wind like a tattered flag.

No lighthouse in sight.

No land to row to.

He sighs and pulls himself back in the boat.

Seeing the faint trails of hope that guide him,

He continues forward knowing that the next wave could very well be his last breath.