Shallow (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)

Shallow

Everything's very surface,

Very easy from here,

I can stand and not worry,

Not have to think or fear,

I can look and see everything,

Not have to move a muscle,

If I go out any further,

That could mean a world of trouble,

I slowly walk out,

More difficult with each step I take,

I'm now in over my head,

Did I make a critical mistake?

This is too deep for me,

What was I even thinking?

I can no longer see,

The sharks could be after me,

It's hurting my eyes when I open them,

Why does it have to sting?

I hate having to close my eyes,

Everything is fake and imaginary,

I need to walk back to the shallow end,

This is just too much for me,

Life is easier this way,

When you're not having to think.

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