By Rebecca Sylvia
5-30-2007
Bricks lay on each other, I can hardly breathe.
Being pulled in all directions, I fear of what’s to be.
In the middle of the ocean, Unable to see the shore.
I cannot swim for long. Will I sink or will I soar?
Like a bird that flies with the wind in his wings.
To see the whole world, I long to be free.
But the wind is a breeze and my wings are not strong.
I am still in the ocean, for a bird this feels wrong.
I should of been living, more than just life.
I have joy in abundance, but I feel this strife.
I want to be ready, but where do I go?
I'm running into walls, the lights are so low.
Circling 'round in the dark, I see a faint hew.
With a small sense of hope, I'm thankful it's You.
The walls still surround me, the ocean pours in.
It still feels like I'm drowning, but I know that you'll win.
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