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I’m stuck in a vortex.
Circling down a drain as the sink begins to empty.
I’m ever reaching…
Ever trying to decide: to drown, to swim, to fight, to forgive.
To bathe in fresh waters seems impossible.
This never-ending drip of past trickles in and muddies me.
Instead of emptying, my sink fills with more and more memories,
Confusing my past with my future.
If I ever needed to act, the time is now.
The water is at my lungs – my past.
To walk on dry land would mean I must rid my sink of all this confusion.
But I’m scared.

Description
I’m stuck in a vortex.
Circling down a drain as the sink begins to empty.
I’m ever reaching…
Ever trying to decide: to drown, to swim, to fight, to forgive.
To bathe in fresh waters seems impossible.
This never-ending drip of past trickles in and muddies me.
Instead of emptying, my sink fills with more and more memories,
Confusing my past with my future.
If I ever needed to act, the time is now.
The water is at my lungs – my past.
To walk on dry land would mean I must rid my sink of all this confusion.
But I’m scared.