The Thirst In Me Poem by Edwina Reizer

Out of the water
into the fire,
my thirst is quenched
by my desire.
I must bide my time.
I must dry my tears
or they obviously will drown me.

There’s not a thing,
not one thing
that I can define
that brings this hollowness to my mind.
I drift like a boat
that’s lost at sea.
But that’s better than drowning.
Lord, what’s to become of me?

Sink or swim.
Pull yourself together.
Steer this boat
in the foulest of weather.
The thirst can be slaked
not only by desire.
Fear not the water or the tears.
Use them both to quench the fire.