LOST

Lost.

Many paths ahead,

standing at metaphorical crossroads,

undecided,

what to do?

Life spans out like a delta,

a few ways your predictions,

others unknown.

Don't want to fall again,

must remain standing,

above all the rest.

Learn patience,

observe more,

take the time to think,

or you'll sink,

down to the abyss,

where you have been before.

Cold and dark,

alone and scared,

worn and torn,

become reborn.

Out of the water,

I have risen in the past,

avoiding drowning,

no need to gasp,

Felt unburdened,

By the crashing waves,

levitated and illuminated,

happy and uncomplicated.

So it begins,

once again,

feet now submerged,

still able to breathe,

decisions to be made,

weather to exhale,

and drop,

as far as I can,

so my ears bleed,

and lungs fill,

overcome with pain,

a chance to feel.

Or should I kick,

with all my might,

raise myself up,

this time on my own,

without having to be shown,

that I'm loved,

that someone wants me,

that someone needs me,

compliments me,

makes me feel on top of this water,

thats so easy to fall back into.

I dont want to drown,

but I want to feel.

I dont want to be alone,

but it's necessary.

To learn to raise myself,

without anyone's hands,

without anyone's words,

so I'm on top of the world,

looking down,

on those that havent made it to land,

see all that are drowning,

and lend them a hand.

 

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