Category : Poems

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My stroke has been steady
My kick has been strong 
This upstream-battle is tedious and long
The current varies, sometimes fast
sometimes slow
There are many obstacles 
either way I go
At times I face a whirlpool it’s furor 
Pulls me down 
I must use every fiber to swim 
so not to drown
Right now the whirlpool’s spinning I’m caught and whirling round
My journey won’t be over till both feet 
touch the ground 
 This river flows before me 
The direction is my choice 
I’ll reach that peaceful shoreline 
by following his voice