in the back of my mind, thoughts deep like the ocean
I try so hard not to drown in them
So I walk toward the puddles
Telling myself its ok if I get splashed
but as soon as the water hits I struggle
determined not to be angry
I move forward, reaching for the wall
that keeps the water at bay
feeling as if the dams about to burst
I jump much to soon
I try not to hate myself for falling
But still mad that Im still not patient enough to wait
behind the wall is still the wind that stirs the water
Causing the waves that frightens me
Down on my knees I realize much to late
That Im still dry
