When I first fell,
It was a shock.
Ice water over me.
Not unpleasant
But not welcome,
Not limiting or freeing.
Time went by,
The mist began to clear,
You and I,
Alone in the fog,
The fog of my mind,
As we reached for sky.
Maybe it cleared,
So we came,
Back to our lives.
At the surface,
Of the sea,
Into which we dived.
But maybe I chose,
To jump right,
Back in.
The water,
Soft and welcome,
On my skin.
Maybe you'll jump,
Into the water,
Come to greet me.
Or will I drown,
Alone in what,
Was our sea.
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Thoughts, Ideas and Pathetic Rambling
PoetryJust some stuff that popped into my brain! This is basically just my random inner thoughts and feelings, prepare for a lot of poems and extended metaphors!
