Reading James 1:6, I had to write something based off it since I was by the beach. The person in the poem struggles with doubt and is personified as a wave as his body tumbles like a wave does.
But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind.
I am sure and confident;
I am familiar with all around me.
I feel safe; nothing is amiss.
All is even, calm, and strong.
Prickling pain stabs my heart.
My ears hum; white diamonds swirl ahead,
Shielding my vision.
My foot slides straight under me
as my body lurches forward.
Unable to find a firm plane,
my feet keep shuffling.
My knees buckle and curl.
I start to lift higher.
All my world is chaotic.
My eyes search for solace
but all they find is white spray.
I teeter at the peak.
A hush descends, the air holds its breath.
The fear throttles my throat
and slams me down with a jolt.
My head splatters and tucks under my feet.
I get pushed away and rolled flat
into the world of uncertainty.
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