* to rise *
Between the troughs of waves
Such sweet relief found atop
Tip and cape of white crest
Able too see clearly toward future horizon
Find in those stolen mighty glances
Energy to move forward and on
A reservoir of determination stored
Stored for use when down in trough
Caught in plunging darkness
Between this wave and next
Not knowing if descent will arrest
If ever shall rise again
This life set in such unfamiliar rhythm
Consistency is not life's trait
To ride the waves and rise
To glimpse horizon clearly
The best a mortal soul of one can do
In chaos of this choppy sea.
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