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No matter what I do this storm rages on.

If I get up and brave it, the winds blow me down, then laugh at me.

If I lay down to die, it tosses me overboard and calls me a coward.

I go up,

It blows me down.

I go left ,

It blows me right.

Tossed to and fro

Back and forth.

A never ending battle filled with more losses than triumph,

And more hope than actualization.

And where is God in all of this?

Asleep in the boat,

Apparently oblivious to my storm.

Maybe soon He’ll wake up

And all will be still.