No More

scabbed knees and broken toes,
you stumble to the ground.

vision bleary and knotted hair
you clutch with frozen fingers.

you don't know what you want -
a reprieve? a sign? a goal?

hacking coughs attack your lungs,
and you double over in pain.

you lift your head one more time,
face being splattered with salt water.

no more waves will crush your spirit,
no more waves will hinder your soul.

look far, and wide, and way up high,
to find what you're looking for.

reach out to it with grubby hands,
stained black and brown with dirt.

you are the one only that can do it;
you can - and will - seize the day.