Fragile in its stance:
Like earth’s last pebble on a sandy beach,
Clinging to the shores of perspective.
The soapy waves and their froth approach,
Encroaching vastly as I prepare for battle.
The water laps, lapping around me
Powerless am I to stop it.
Fearful am I of it happening again.
I cannot bear to drown in my own
Watery stream of consciousness.
And so I submit.
The water is not my mind's enemy!
I shall feel content in the deep…
And so my toes take their first ice-cold steps to freedom,
My mind shall be mine enemy no more.
As I walk out to sea, I envision my lighthouse,
Calling me home, calling me home.