Lift up our heads above the water plane,
Choppy little waves throw caution to the wind
And the current drags us effortlessly down,
Tugging, pulling, wrenching at our feet
Until they no longer reach the ground.
We are at the mercy of the flood;
Unless we find a lifeline all is lost.
We will lose the struggle to survive,
Unless we find the courage to hold fast.
And death will take our mortal soul at last.
©Denise G Allen, 12 May 2014 11:51