My feelings sink as if standing on fishes
Down …
Deeper …
As if the bottom breaks out.
As if there’s a basement and I’m falling in.
There is always dread when that happens.
Oh damn …
There’s more.
I don’t have it all after all.
What now?
What fresh Hell!
As if standing on fishes …
Maybe they would protect me
From the free fall.
Cushion me …
Guide me.
They are in their element.
I am out of mine.
My safe secure knowing.
My understanding …
Comprehension.
But water is my element.
I am a fish
At home in the sea.
Free …
Liberated …
Playful.
Aha, but that’s swimming,
Not sinking.
Sinking like a stone.
To find repose.
