"Fighting"

Here's a poem I penned a couple of days ago after having a rough day. I showed it to my "adopted dad" and he quickly reminded me that I am not alone and that I am surrounded by people who sincerely care about me. With that said, we all have days we feel no one understands what we're going through, and sometimes that no one even cares. I just happen to have one of those when I wrote this.

I have realized how blessed I am; that even in the midst of struggle there are those who are caring for me, encouraging me, and just simply listening to what I have to say. I will probably never be able to fully express my appreciation for them. Still not much for poetry, but I know some of you will understand where I'm coming from on this. I do want to reiterate that I am not depressed or anything, I just had a rough day and this seemed the best way to express myself.

Fighting
I'm fighting.
Struggling to keep my head above the surface,
Longing for my feet to touch land.
But still the waves come,
Stronger each time,
Sapping my strength,
Causing me to sink.
The first wave hit so long ago.
Scared and alone, I was pulled out to sea.
Though I fought, and fought,
The waves struck again.
They reached out
Offering hands of peace.
Instead the hands turned against me,
I was held under,
Struggling, screaming silently,
Hoping for someone to care.
But no one did.
I was alone.
The waves came again and again,
Before one had passed another struck.
I weaken with each passing day,
Fighting still, hoping you will see
You stand on the bank,
Watching the waves crash over me,
But not caring.
Not moving to help,
Or even sounding the alarm.
Instead you yell, "Just have faith."
"I have faith," I gasp,
As the water pulls me under once again.
Faith one day the water will calm,
The storm will pass.
But for now,
I'm fighting.
Weak. Scared. Alone.
I'm so tired of fighting.
-R. Bryan