For the successes that we have
Are as the land,
And all our hopes and plans
As trees and flowers,
But our failings are the droplets
Of the sea and rain
And all our fears and worries - 
Winds and storms.

And I am so adrift, so far, so floundering
Though there's most a lifetime learning how to swim,
Till I have thought me too far gone
Or that the raging sky and sea might never ease again
And it has seemed the waters ever more increase.

Yet now, I remember me, through all this struggle,
And how it didn't only make me weak
But also made me strong.
So, if I but seek to turn the inner tide,
Might not the seas themselves begin to calm?

There must be somewhere something to swim back to
A land worth trying for.
I might believe
I will be one day dancing on a shore.

And I must make myself certain, even as I swim,
This surging sea surrounding might be just a dream,
And I could wake, perhaps,
In a flurry of blanket, adrift no more.