The dams have been broken

and the water wears me down.

Swirling and spiraling,

lost in the sound,

I grab and grasp

for a fortunate foothold.

For the one I found,

I am forever grateful.


But my heart aches

from the pressure of the waves,

as I climbed higher to the clouds.

The waves grab at my shoes,

Trying to tear me back down.

As I almost gave in

to the raging waves,

a hand grabbed mine,

pulling me to the sky.


I see his face,

relief sinking in.

I know I am safe

sitting on a pillow of clouds

Alongside my best friend.


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