Humans don't have scales like fish
To help them glide through the water.
We are not sharp like knives
Cutting through butter.
At least some of us are not...
We wade through waves with limbs
Made of sand.
Heavy, hanging useless, dragging.
Our skin pulls against the weight of the water
And our hair gets caught in soft butter.
So we struggle to move through
Waves and through daylight
And sit under shower spray
Wondering how to win
scales.
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Free Fall
PoetryA collection of Poetry. Everything from serious reflection to fleeting fancy.
