Drowning but Dry
In the maelstrom of living, I find myself cast, Tossed in currents of present, future, and past. Tugged by the hands of a hundred unseen, Caught in a tempest, no moment serene.
Yet in this cyclone, a truth unfolds, In chaos, a harmony that life upholds. Each strain, each tug, a note in the score, A symphony of life, rich in its roar.
Even when swept by life’s riptide, Remember there’s a strength, deep inside. In every storm, there’s a center of calm, A quiet place, a soothing balm.
Amidst it all, I‘ll find my way, Over the cacophony, I’ll shout my say. Pulled apart, yet I remain whole, In this symphony, I play my role.