You poetic oceans, wave after wave surfing through the mist balancing my heart to resist the abyss. The freedom is sink or swim as the tides make it obvious. The currents pulling strong yet I'm anchored full of godliness. Steady as I float. I can't see enough to panic. Outnumbered by the seven seas yet my spirit beyond titanic surrounded by the sharks that circle my position. If they could smell my blood they know I bleed. Competition my adrenaline alone