Song of the Wave by Khalil Gibran
… Many times have I teased the great rocks
And fondled them with a smile, but never
Have I received laughter from them;
Many times have I lifted drowning souls
And carried them tenderly to my beloved
Shore. He gives them strength as he
Takes mine …
We all carry things inside that no on else can see.
They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea.