Let it be
No holes in this basket
Sinking deep
It will happen
Fingers blistered
Down down, rope goes
Pulley weathered
Firmly placed heels and toes
Plop, then up, up, up again
Calloused hands not losing hold
Much effort given 'til the end
And it was! Water, fresh and cold
YOU ARE READING
The emotional one
PoetryPeople say "don't just exist, live" I say if you must just exist today to get to the next, you will live. So exist and feel the existence around you until you can live, fully.
