Waves of life sweeping over me
They fill my nose and mouth with
murky waters
I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle
I'm struggling to keep my head above water
I'm lost at sea surrounded by fog
and never -ending waves
Pummeled by waves.
I wonder if I'll be lost forever
I struggle against the waves
The harder the current pulls the harder I kick
For every exhaustive stroke forward
the current seems to take me two strokes back
Suddenly, the muscle memory kicks in
and my body relaxes
I quit fighting and striving and pounding water
My relaxed body fights better than a tense one
I have allowed God to take over my struggles
Christ has taken over all my burdens
I'm no longer pummeled by the waves.
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A very powerful poem, Qiniso, with an effective metaphor. Life is tough in this world as a Christian trying to keep integrity. But we are not alone in the fight.