Tides unturned with lessons unlearned… Life goes on, I remain strong.
Bigger waves come; all I do is run.
I’m still above water, but running has become harder.
What to do now? I’d like to swim but I don’t know how.
A storm is coming, and there is no running.
I try to float, but there is no hope.
A wave takes me under… I begin to wonder…
Who am I now? Who stole my dreams, and how?
The further I sink, the more I think…
I’m almost to the bottom, my hopes are gone; somehow, I lost ’em.
Ok, here we go… The end of the show!
Oh no, this must be a dream, wake up quick… It’s not as bad as it seems!
Ok ok! I’m awake and alive… What a scary dream… Things are never as bad as they seem!
Tired Thoughts is a poem by Justin Heupel (Photo by Ian Espinosa )
