Growth

While I flee the frightening waves,
Always running, never fighting.
Hoping to escape, yet feigning
That I'm still the same.

But the years as the waves wear me down
So that less and less of me still remains.
And Time not only steals my body
But forces me also to abandon myself.

Like a routed army fleeing a defeat
Its path from disaster strewn with lost promises.
Its goal the final loosing, and loss,
Of what made it first exist.

Yet, there still remains that me,
That feeling that I'm still there.
Leaving me with faith that as the years go by
More has been added than lost.

As if something continually works this being
To the perfection of that form desired,
So that at the end a new person emerges
Through the growth that is life.