Floating in the fast rolling Sea

Nothing in the horizon from north to south, east to west

Bobbing, trying to stay a float in the cold, blue, green water

Back and forth my arms move

Up and down my body goes

Searching, scanning, and looking for something

The water is vast, deep and powerful

It wants to swallow me up

To drag me down

To pull me into its deep, deep caverns

Never to come up

My arms push back, forth

My legs kick back, forth

I look again along the horizon

There it is

A spot, the most miniscule spot

Faster I move my arms and legs

Pushing up to see if I can view more

So slowly, so very very slowly this spot grows

Faster I move my arms and legs

Now towards the spot I try to travel

The ocean fights every stroke I take

It tries and tries to pull me under

Back, forth

Faster and faster I move my arms and legs

I must, I must keep moving

The spot begins to take shape

White on the horizon

Moving every so slowly towards me

Move faster,  faster I must

I see it!

For it is hope.