Chapter 6 - The flailing Fists of Life

Flailing Fists of Life

It goes so slow, and yet so fast,

we know just not enough
that would suffice
to make decisions
to try and righten life

And so the days crash down on me
like waves in stormy sea
and they throw and catch and swallow me
dizzyingly rapidly

Strangling kindness from us
So how can we take our time think?
And so we plunge and thrash
at our most but it drags us down to sink

The currents take us under
spinning and tossing us around,
like baby seals with their meat
in life no solid ground

But in the midst of the darkest kayos
we search for our ways out
but like moles in metal cages
there is nothing but sewn deep doubt

But the rescue is always there
but only visible once accepted
and once you do you'll see it rest
the anchor next to you

And so you take it by your hand
and and tug it only once
and up it rises steadily
through eroding influence and cons

now only brushing your feet
the now passed flailing fists of life
as you reached the surface
and still the monstrous waves of strife

I'm saved, at peace now,
and so you can be too
risen above confusion,
I can think through what I do

If you believe, it'll be there, that rope
Made of gods hands, and filled with hope.

- Anna Deeley