Things I Fought For

I found myself smaller and smaller against the blue.
Alone at the bottom of the world,
Nothing else in the raft but faith and fate.
So I took a risk and broke out the oars, saying,
"Honestly there's gotta be more to see than this endless sea."

So carelessly and irrevocably I started to save me
But not once did I imagine a design so grand and fearfully made.
This raft a patchwork of measured words, reverent deeds,
And whispered prayers of "Hope this works",
Carried me further than I could imagine.

Did not love the hardships,
Nor question the validity of the difficulty,
But appreciated the current that dragged me to where I ought to be.
If this is all just a metaphor for growing up,
Why did it have to be tested by such a rough sea?

Saw angels and demons in the waves,
Found the fire in my throat,
Took open risks on open seas,
Coped with salt written into open memories,
And pulled in the wind with the possibilities.

I fought for myself.
I fought for myself.
I fight for myself.