Ode to Deep Sea Fishing

-------Ode to Deep Sea Fishing-------

All that mock, that prideful plea,

pulls the pride from worried me -

akin to Old Men out at Sea

the fish that pulls my boat 

   is me.

The more I pull, the more I shout,

I'm further pulled from solid ground -

"I know," my Love, "I needn't doubt,

I need not drag this boat 

   around."

But pride's persistent inside my head,

"Let go the line and you'll be dead!" -

so I tear the sheets from heavens bed

to hide the wounds my fighting's 

   fed.

But fear knows not the truth 'bout death,

for I live and die with every breath -

the giving up, the giving in.

I cut the line. 

   I fail

      and win.

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