Chapter 1 - Struggle

Struggle
Push and pull,
as do the tides ebb at the ground,
the colors are sad, meek, and dull,
to the abysmal cold depths, they are bound.

Each wave is a mourning for attention,
all sad attempts to scratch away from it's own icy grip,
so it struggles itself with great tension,
despite it's knowing that it will soon fade, to the last drip.

That's when I realized that we are the same,
some have more struggle for life, that familiar light,
regardless the inevitable and the exposed pain,
I grin at the sad colors, I know I will never stop my waves from pushing for more, I will never stop the fight.