I have,
Tread water for too long now.
Limbs are tired,
And the mind is swimming.
Reaching out, grasping,
Has only brought bruises, cuts and scars.
Energy is focused,
On holding a head high,
Long enough to breathe.
Is that a light from the shore,
Or a lighthouse warning danger?
To tread on,
Or to swim?
The decision,
The risk.
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Image description : A photo taken on the dark of the moon rising behind a hill. The camera is of suck low quality that it looks blurred and like a fire in the distance. The filter over the photograph gives a pink and red hue.