And there it is again
The reckoning, the weight that’s been torched in flames and placed into my stomach
Which heat fills my throat with air and feels like fire
It is the reckoning, the consequence of my own Ill-action
My fear isn’t making reality, but the reality is that I can’t control my fear
And if the person who saved this life slips from the water between my cupped hands,
There won’t be enough to put out the fire

The reckoning
The consequence
Of my own actions