Saturday, December 8, 2012

Waters (My poem)

As I reach, I barely touch
    the surface of these cold,
        surrounding waters.

The waves continue to toss
    and turn. My body continues
        to weaken. The water threatens
            to pull me under.

But slowly, slowly, I realize
    that maybe these waters
        weren't meant to drown,
            but to cleanse.

And maybe, the process of sinking,
    has a purpose - to teach me how to
        pull myself up and let the water help me...

Float.
     

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