It's starting to rain on a small
little pond
and it's my pond of life.
The raindrops are
of sorrow and despair...
it's pulling me under
so I can breath no air.
I could see the ripples
at the top of the pond
getting bigger and
disappearing fast. Then I
saw the sun...
my savior from within,
forcing me to kick
my legs so I can be free
and win. It's
pulling me down like cement
blocks made of hate,
like it is trying to kill me and
everything in it's
wake. I kick from my
past and into the future
and finally my face breaks
the water.
I am wet with my sorrow
and despair...but
the sun is drying all that
is there.
The pond is dry and I start
to cry,
but then it starts to rain...
It fills the pond with something...
but this time it isn't pain.