I wrestled and strained against grasping waves
That sought to deliver me to a watery grave.
Through a swirling deep, I searched in vain
I found no horizon, no starry sky, just rain.
It seemed the night would never cease
Nor the fury of Poseidon grant me release.
Was it the salty sea or my tear-filled eyes
That hindered my sight and drowned my cries?
With a last surge of strength and a rage of my own,
I stretched trembling hands toward a great unknown.
A struggle, though fierce, that surely must fail
Unless hope holds stronger than a raging gale.
Somewhere in the darkness over boiling swells,
A dim light shines beyond the buffeting gales.
Clouds roll back and blue skies I see
And a gentle breeze calms the stormy sea.
A rising tide carries me swiftly to shore
Where the sun-warmed sand greets me once more.
A beach cleared of the stress and the strife
All left behind by the storms of my life.
