Backstroke - Winter Severity Index

Seven years

Slept away

in the wake

of a new begin

never aim

to a goal,

Just filling up the void

of an endless sense of loss

Beneath this chilling silence

A step forward

Is a step back

Must see where I began

To move on one more time.

I’m the same

who get lost

You can fight with your own nature

but it never looks so good.

Beneath this chilling silence

A step forward

Is a step back

The abyss underneath

Blue skies upon the tide

A stir of hope

a flame that burs inside

a struggle I’m ready to get in.

is it enough?

Enough as every time,

To fail and /to be shot down,

and then stand up and fight

fight, fight all the time!