My Life Is a Wave


Every time I think I'm okay
Everything flips;
Flips into a new perspective,
Into becoming a whole different situation,
Flips until I can't handle it anymore.
And sometimes I feel as if my purpose is to just be flipped;
Like I'm diving into a wave
And I get pulled under.
As it crashes, I get beaten down
Until I wash up onshore;
My life is a wave.
It repeatedly crashes like it's a routine to fall,
A continuous cycle I can't get away from,
A life full of pain.
But it's that pain, that sorrow, and that suffering,
That are all a part of me, every single second of it.
And that's what you can't handle.

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