poetry, Syllable Tapestries

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

Bending

my toes thrust bearing me a little further

Down the cold river

As I march 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 cannot swim

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