High Waves

Like a boat on high waves after the sun has set. I stand in the darkness, with fears I can’t forget.

The storm may be raging, the night may be long. But faith is my anchor, and hope is my song.

Hold on tight, let courage rise. Dreams are born beneath darkened skies.

One more wave, one more fight. The dawn will come, bringing light.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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