Sink or Swim
No prejudice
Without repentance
Unceasing moments, saturating truth
Incessantly down it falls in drops and streams
Sopping wet,
Yet still unyielding
Slipping feet feel sore in sodden shoes
Each foothold more difficult
As the sole burns
Sludging on with each step
Relentlessly it pours - unable to see
Uncertain in direction
Disorientation seeps cold
Icy trickles unwelcome
Unable to peel free
As the shirt on your back
glues itself to the contours of your body
Each movement more savage than the last
deep pools mostly filled
Tidal highs rise as the Island is surrounded
Blind cold and alone
Choices seem few
Allow the submergence
Or remove shoes, dive in
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