
It all began the typical way
There was darkness and pain
Storms that raged on without ceasing
I was thrust into the ocean
Drifting in the current
Bobbing in the waves
I learned to swim
Tread water to stay alive
But I also tasted drowning
I knew the boats were not for me
That the rafts would come and go
It was never my place to be on dry land
Though I had no love for the sea
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