I have drifted on a lake of sorrow,
unwilling to take that deep dive in.
I may float here just a little longer,
and put my feet just slightly in....
I will ponder how that depth will feel,
then pull my knees up to my chest.
Maybe someday I will take that dive,
but for now... I will just... rest.
Simple rythmic verse, testing lifes water before going in over your head. Keep writing!
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You know, your husband may be biased, but he's right, you can write well. Another ten.