The Gift

We rise, we fall, we sink, we swim.

We rise, we fall, we sink, we swim. We search for words as we begin.

The little that you see me do; not all have eyes to see right through.

I came in, I fell from space and seems that I was given grace.

It took some time to see the mass and all the gifts I held back.

The crashing waves, the broken walls, the empty nights and no filled calls.

The waking up the nudge then push, it took me deep as it should.

So can I complain of my lot? I am awake and finally got.

Emotional beings that we are it is in acknowledgement that we go far.