I was swimming;

I was
Strong
Confident
Powerful

Treading through the only current

That was
Strong
Confident
And powerful enough

To keep up with me
And my needs

When suddenly the current
Was manipulated; as liquids usually are
Into a massive funnel
With a spout too small
For me to even kind of conceivably fit through

The current is gone

But I’m still curled up

I am still
Weak
Timid
Useless

Against this smooth, slippery surface
Still wet with that current’s touch
Yet so, so, very
Alone