Staring down into those calm waters,

brings that odd feeling of confidence:

that confidence that never wavers,

that makes me see all my reliance.

Staring down into those cold waters,

forces my mind to quiver and flinch:

I look at myself and it shatters,

but I don’t move, not one single inch.

Dangling above those far-off waters,

I feel that icy embrace gripping me:

It takes over and my mind totters;

I lose it, I can no longer see.

Falling toward those ice-strewn waters,

all the air floods to meet my body,

and in this moment, nothing matters,

I doubt they will even look for me.