I am afraid in large bodies of water
I don’t do well in boats and ferries
shallow end swimming is the best I can do.
Blood is thicker than water.
How lucky are we to find some who are closer than brothers?
Only a few cross that divide
so I let the wall crack
and crack it did.
Soon the water was sipping in
surrounding me, knowing me.
When I held my hand out further I was sucked in.
A mistake becomes a trap and then it’s neck deep.
"This can’t be how and why it ends!" so I begged
but all I felt was the one closest holding my head under water.
Some hurt you can never unfeel.
As I thrashed around I heard myself break
but before I could crumble blood dived in the water.
Unfailing and unchanging they always show up
forever constant is who they are.
The thicker blood got the less held down I was
with blood all around I found my strength
covered by blood I broke free.
Are we lucky that some are closer than brothers?
Now I can never be sure
and it saddens me to be back here
wounded but safe
surrounded by my wall
now with no cracks at all.