Crossed the Rubicon: A Letter Hesitant to Send

[does my title sound grammatically correct?]

 

My Love,

 

I never got to write a certain poem to you. That was only because I never knew what should go into the poem with such a powerful cliché. So here's my attempt:

 

Wet fingers reach out

And reel me back,

Drowning me

Effortlessly in its depth.

 

My arms grasp

For solid land

To embrace me,

To rescue me.

 

I thrash

In the river's

Silent rapids,

Knowing I can't win.

 

But even if I can't,

It doesn't mean

I will stay below

And let her take control.

 

Your love

Has shown me,

My potential,

My capabilities.

 

Finally,

I can see

Beauty within

Someone like me.

 

For that,

I'll one day

Be back

In your arms.

 

Nothing will

Keep me

From doing so, So wait.

 

Even if my body

Remains in the river,

My heart has crossed

The Rubicon...

 

Has yours?

 

Forever,

Yours.

Author's Note

I don't really know what to think of this. Just let me know.

Reviews

[Clarisse Nanoit]

Cute. I like to think of this as a period piece because of your classical approach in writing it. The font makes the "t"s look like "l"s, so it was slightly difficult to read, but the trouble was worth it. Great work.
KH