I am a puzzle-
A concoction of many different elements.
None that of which I possessed or asked for, but happened.
The trials, the tribulations;
They build, not destroy.
I swim with the current, not against it.
I let the wind take me along-
I let life run it's course.
To fight against it is tiring and insatiable.
I let it bring me to my knees,
I let it knock me down
That way,
I can reach out for that warm grip of protection.
That hand that I know will save me.
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