I was in the lake
I was in the middle of the lake
I had set my feet firm in the ground
My feet dug in for better hold
I was trying to gain control
That’s how I got stuck
In the middle of the lake
Knee high in my ambition
I was okay I was just stuck
Hip high i realized I was sinking
I was okay what’s a foot gonna change
Chest high I had to start to let go
I was okay I had found a straw
That’s when she saw me from the shore
She threw a rope and I grabbed on
Her little arms and her big heart
Pulled me out of the quick sand
I didn’t think it could be done
It seemed easy but it drained her
I could never truly reached her
You see I had to hold my ground
So in the lake she came to play
She even helped balance some weights
This time we wouldn’t sink quiet as
After she left I knew at last
I had to Swim my way out
Wipe the mud off my boot
And start heading for higher ground
That’s where i thought she could be found
I’m not afraid
To dive into quicksand
Especially for the sake of others.
I know I can always pull myself out
If i want to.
Sometimes I realize
That a little masochistic piece of me
Loves the struggle.
Loves the drama.
Loves the pain.
Because how can a character be developed
I think I have started to float
On the quicksand
I’m tired of the struggle.
Now I’m gently swimming
Slowly and surely
To the shore.
Where I’ll stand up
And climb whatever hill presents itself
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