Dare I choose to live
Now that I have nothing to live for?
It is a fool's thought while drowning
In a shallow pool with me.
It is a child's thought while swimming
Out to colder, deeper sea.
Vast, sandy shores wave farewell on the eve
With splashing melody, with warmth and open arms
Held out in eager form just to embrace the breathless child.
They offer shelter from the storm.
Still the child inside collides
With icy grips of truth
That the thousand lovely tides
She visioned from the shore, were hours slipping from her youth.
And tears were rolling in... and out...
While sand, in hourglass did weigh,
Between her toes,
Her every day.
It was a happy lie to keep her in one place.
The illusion we call Time and Space.
So swim, sweet child, and dare to live!
© Teresa Mayville
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