9-11-07

                       The Grind

              Kicking and screaming,
            Crashing and spinning,
           My up is down,
          My down is up,
         Which way, is a way, toward luck?

        The poisonous foam suffocates me,
       The salty taste invading,
      Soaking deep within me,
     While I twirl deep within the sea.

    I reach for the surface,
   I will not submit to defeat,
  I gasp,
 Letting reassurance,
Serenity,
 and Peace,
  Infect me,
   Surround me,
    Hold me.
     It is the singular moment, which makes the struggle so worthwhile,
      All the darkness,
       All the pain,
        All the ignorance and disdain,
         Hold nothing,
          Hold no weight,
           juxtaposed to those brief moments,
            Above the sea.

So If I were to slumber eternally, beneath the sea,
My Moments with three,
                          Redeem;