Lonely Waters

Water;

Everywhere, yet

barely there.

I thought I was going to fall

into—

through—

this cold emptiness.

Submerged,

suffocated

and no one would notice.

So I clung on 

to the edge of the pool.

My mother told me to let go,

I told me to let go.

Sinking,

a sinking feeling,

suspended in a lonely place,

bounded by these fragile walls so

easily crossed over.

My vision went blurry,

all I could see was my fingers

still clinging on.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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