Conscious

Hope's River

Thinking of hope there's a moving stream

And a wooden raft with a singular person

They are bowed onto their knees and

Watch their distorted reflection in the water

Any outsider who beholds that person

Only sees them staring at themselves

Yet in the waves they see their problems

Because the water is their subconscious

And the raft is the hope keeping them afloat

Sometimes there's only a piece of driftwood

And a person grasping onto it, half-submerged

And there are people in other boats reaching

But they go under anyways and never come up

Other times someone passes by a drowning person

And safety pulls them onto their boat with them

Where they both stare into the waves together

And they are not afraid of what they see