Against the Tide

For the past few months I've been swimming against a tide

which has been dragging towards the jagged terrain,

so if I was to relax and grasp a wave to ride

I know that it would ultimately result in pain.

So I have no choice but to struggle against the pull

and hope that my efforts lead me somewhere secure

when I can take advantage of the tempest's lull

though I know I still have the worst of it to endure.

And now the clouds above me are starting to get so bleak

and all of my muscles are beginning to ache

but I can't show any outward signs of feeling weak

as sharks are circling to snatch their supper that's at stake.

As I notice their presence, I feel like giving in

like all hope and vigour's deserted my every limb

but I see my reflection in their sharp daggered fin

and realise that I have enough strength left to swim.

I'm still no closer to reaching a safe dry land

but I sense that I'm becoming stronger with each stroke made

and when water is shallow enough for me to stand

I'll be content to remain wet and gently wade.