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Summary

The text is a reflective poem on embracing life's tumultuous journey, akin to weathering a storm at sea, with gratitude for a steadfast friend who offers support amidst the chaos.

Abstract

The poem titled "Grateful Though It’s One Big Storm" delves into the acceptance of life's unpredictable nature, likened to an immense sea storm. It expresses deep appreciation for a loyal friend who serves as an anchor during trying times. The author muses on the various ways people cope with life's challenges, from prayer and laughter to despair and distraction. The poem suggests that rather than futilely resisting the forces of nature, one should embrace the experience, even its harshness. It concludes with a desire for a swift end when the time comes, yet with a preference to maintain the illusion of control until the very last moment.

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  • The author feels fortunate to have a friend who provides stability and support during life's stormy periods.
  • There is a recognition of the diverse human reactions to life's trials, from religious fervor to hedonistic escape.
  • The poem conveys a sense of futility in trying to control or resist the forces of nature and life's challenges.
  • It suggests that acceptance and enjoyment of the ride, despite its intensity, is a preferable approach to life.
  • The author has a pragmatic view of death, hoping for it to be quick, while also desiring to feel in control until the end.
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Grateful Though It’s One Big Storm

A poem about accepting the sea

Photo by Matt Hardy on Unsplash

One Hundred Days of Gratitude. Nine.

How fortunate I am to have a friend like you, to tie me to the mast.

When the real waves come, some pray, some laugh.

Some cry out against the cold freedom of it all some call — to love, the glass, or the golden calf.

Go ahead, if it helps you, button down the hatch. Drop anchor, stay mainsail, and sure, release the catch.

But you may as well enjoy the show when Mother Nature acts.

How lucky to feel salt on my face, tides tossing, and lighting crack and crash. No rued regrets. No damned decisions.

When I go down I just hope it’s fast.

Actually, tie me to the wheel, so I can at least feel in control until the last.

Poem
Poetry
Free Verse
Storms
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