As he stands on the precipice of the clear deep lake,
He takes a moment.
It's mirror sheen, unfathomably deep and dark, stares back.
He adjusts his rose tinted goggles.
The maelstrom behind swells,
beckoning his return,
to it's warm, and safe embrace.
He steadies himself, and breathes in, allowing hope to fill his lungs.
His first deep breath in such a long time.
Closing his eyes, tight against unknown,
he dives in.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 1:27 AM UTC
As he stands on the precipice of the clear deep lake,
He takes a moment.
It's mirror sheen, unfathomably deep and dark, stares back.
He adjusts his rose tinted goggles.
The maelstrom behind swells,
beckoning his return,
to it's warm, and safe embrace.
He steadies himself, and breathes in, allowing hope to fill his lungs.
His first deep breath in such a long time.
Closing his eyes, tight against unknown,
he dives in.
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