Looking for a Muse, POETRY

Walking on Water

Drops of water splash up,
Dampen my face
As my bare feet strike the surface of the river
Heel first.   Followed by the front pad
My toes thrust
Bearing me a little further
Down the cold river
As I match to the ocean.

It’s said
My arrogant faith carries me
  Across these cold rushing waters of life,
But honestly,
The thought of drowning with each step
Keeps me above;
For I can’t swim.

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