Imagine a rectangular tank
you are standing barefoot in,
wearing nothing but your favorite
T-shirt.
You look down as water begins to rush
in from the side of the tank.
At first it’s exciting.
You wiggle your toes,
smile, and feel the water climbing.
But the water continues to rise,
and it gets colder.
You cling onto your favorite t-shirt
and wrap your arms around your body
as it begins to shiver.
The water is now at your hips
and you don’t know what to do
Do you swim in it,
or let it drown you?
Pounding at the side of the tank
your hands turn to uncontrollable fists
Your toes now smash the bottom
as you jump up and down.
The water then reaches your shoulders
You shudder like it’s a stranger’s slight
touch.
Every piece of you screams
How can I be made of mostly water,
Yet have this be so threatening?
It rises to your neck now,
And the choice before is gone.
You can swim all you want,
But eventually you’ll drown.