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by Amanda Oct 5, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As the boat moves swiftly on I'm leaving behind my sorrow As I soar along the water I won't think about tomorrow Each time I slice into the lake That's one less cut that I will make This boat with its star shoe laces Will never require that I'm fake The letters on the side are peeling The riggers are all bent The bow ball was replaced with a Ken Barbie The shell is riddled with dents It's called the Little Women I have felt how it can fly It may be rough and ragged But, then again, so am I The morning is cold and crisp I feel resistance against my oar I jump and throw my body back This feeling is what I came here for As we listen for the coxswains orders Lake Sammamish's shores never stop All that matters now is the sound Of eight oars as in unison they drop Eight oars for eight little women And the little coxswain up in the stern Eight oars, nine lives, nine stories But right now there's just one concern Go faster, work harder, fly farther This little boat is ours to keep One day we'll be forced to leave it Along with a piece of us in each of the seats Bow pair, Stern Pair Kathryn is the fifth seat But on the water we're one And we never miss a beat Our speed is unmatched As we create a perfect back-splash Our wake trails behind us Like a newly opened gash We leave everything behind That wake if full of crushed dreams Its all the pain and sadness Of my tattered and life-worn team My oar-lock shudders and shakes But the sound cannot distract Cold splashes go ignored I'm too focused to react Each day we come to this place Fighting a battle with our lives With pain that we can't displace And tears brimming in our eyes We fight pain with pain This is how we grieve None of you will understand us Ours is a concept you can't conceive We are all intertwined My despair is my team's And the echoes in my ears Come from each of their screams As we move simultaneously We become one motion They move in constant strides Revealing no emotion The same story lies behind us all Connected in a way we can’t explain Each of us has different wounds But the same blood runs from our veins As the boat moves swiftly on We're leaving behind our sorrow As we soar along the water We won't think about tomorrow_
by Andrea
wow, that's really good! you written this well.