Crest and Trough

Over the falls and floundering about, I’ve had an epiphany: there’sSearching the coast, it’s clear as can be, I’m a slave to our glorious seaBut not for a moment will I ever agreeSurfing’s positive, makes a “better” me’Cos on days ending in “Y”, it’s easy to seeWhen I paddle out: the bigger the set, the bigger the doubtSo it’s not about pride and I’ll never decideWhen I’m charging a wave, it’s my choice to be braveAnd there’s no shame in making this claim:When times are tough, I’m not good enoughAs long as there’s wax on my deck, I’ll never acceptSpeeding down that salty slope, confirms I’m brave and full of hope[It’s time to shift the viewpoint and take that menacing dropRe-read this two-way poem from the bottom to the top]