Like a small ripple in an ocean,
I am a weave in motion.

I am building my sea of commotion
with compassion and chaos by
my side.

Slowly I grow from a tiny drop into
a larger pool.

I'm fighting with madness
the shadow of passed regrets
follow me.

I'm barely afloat my boat has a hole,
I am slowly sinking. I am afraid
I might get flushed down the drain.

Please help me! Here I go again...

Alice did you forget about me?

I can barely see the light at the end
of the tunnel, it's so far up I am still
falling.

Will I fade into nothing into a haze
of painful memories?

I keep ducking because the
memories keep coming.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton