Sofa-Surfing

Where will the current flow
In the new year tide,
Will I slip unsupported
Down the rapids of life,
Will I struggle with worry and strife?

It’s possible to drown
On a bright sunny day
When you’re screaming on the inside
And you’re ready to implode;
Inner-peace self-torpedoed.
Your face remains impassive
While your mind races on
Computing possibilities
Of things that could go wrong;
Must this torment go on?

I’ll try to go with the flow
In the new year tide,
Focus on breathing and learn how to float
As I sofa-surf the world
With my sails unfurled.

Copyright wordz2go Jan 2017

Ruth 1:16 KJV “Wither thou goest, go I.”

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