This boat is breaking to pieces
Not much left to keep us afloat
We lost our way to paradise
Now we’re struggling to survive
We’re shipwrecked in rough waters
You can’t let go, I can’t hold on
Either way, we’re going down
Sink or swim, I’m afraid we’ll drown I’m trying to keep my head up
But I’m barely breathing air
The waves are taking me under
Dragging me toward the current I’m running out of energy
Too tired to fight or hope
If you make it out alive
Be sure to tell them that I tried
You can’t let go, I can’t hold on
Either way, we’re going down
Sink or swim, I’m afraid we’ll drown I’m trying to keep my head up
But I’m barely breathing air
The waves are taking me under
Dragging me toward the current I’m running out of energy
Too tired to fight or hope
If you make it out alive
Be sure to tell them that I tried
I am so sorry, Rebekah. So very sorry. It’s my prayer than you can just let go of the boat, let go of splintered faith, and let the Living Water Himself buoy you up. He won’t let you drown. Let your weight fall into Him. I love you and am praying for you.
Lynn
Very touching, painful, authentic words, Rebekah. While the sitz im leben of this poem is unique to you, it provided expressive language for situations in my own journey; and I thank your for that. Again, I have no, nice, neat response for you, nor do I fully understand the poem’s specific allusion. Such words flung into the wind have great resilience–in some mysterious way they emerge from the storm, still clinging to life, though they are battered and bruised. Such tattered words have tremendous life-giving qualities about them….somehow. Finally comes the poet…. Shalom, sister.