zealous knot
I was drowning;
no, afloat still
but I wasn’t swimming.
I saw it coming,
a shark,
and I felt it
a wave of panic,
but for the life of me,
I couldn’t move farther apart.
I was stumbling, falling;
no, I stood still,
not running.
I saw it get closer
a monster, something demonic
coming to tear me apart.
I felt it, the horror,
but for the life of me,
my legs would not let me depart.
I was floating still, still,
not swimming,
even though I saw the shore,
a way out.
But in this sea I had learnt
comfort
even if I might drown.
I was standing still, still,
not running.
I saw it, a prophet, a messiah,
the one who held the answer
to all my questions, and
the key to my success.
It was me a better
version, of course
the one who swam,
the one who ran,
the one who chased himself,
while I stood still, still.
lethal oar
copper lynx
thorn stratus