Beneath the waters, since I was a boy,
I have felt the tug of gravity pulling
Me down. This all-too-heavy body
Has wanted to sink and lacks
That natural buoyancy that others
Possess. To stay alive has been
A constant struggle. Keep your head
Above water, has been my motto,
And so I have not been the most
Honest of companions, or the most
Faithful of friends. I did what I had
To do to survive, and the proof
That I was right is that I'm here, I'm
Alive. And now, whatever the world
Wants from me, I'm ready to give.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: growing up