This post is written as part of a free write hosted by Write Tribe on #100WordsonSaturday 5 September 2015.
‘Swimming against the tide’
Time is running. I am weathering the rough storm to swim against the tide. Water is rattling on the window sill as I wait in anticipation. They say, ‘Every dark cloud has its own silver lining.’ Light seems to evade the dark tunnel which is a never ending journey. Life seems to be a succession of feet fettered in a chain and liberation shall be a long, distant dream. As one mulls over the turn of events, one shall not be deterred and charter one’s destiny. Like they say, it’s all in the mind and renewed vigor is not faraway.