in the deep
there is a deeper blue
a deeper blue
with a darker grip
a grip that's so loose
that needs to be tight
to tighten
the last piece
of ice cold,
dark blue
water that fills.
fills the soul
of the mute
mute because needed.
no amount of courage
or criticism
or gifts
could fill the void of tears
that is required to come
in and out.
but what is inside out?
when you see what's inside
and what has been lost,
could you accept the dying kid in me?
who wanted to be like you but ended up
being original.
the fake that was thought funny.
turned out to be reality that brought wonder
to the eyes of the happy.