Why does my body remember the flash of lightning But wants to forget the devastation of the storm? Holding on white-knuckled to the loss Of the thing I broke free from
My heart is an optimist's Distorted by the lie that what I had was all I deserved Twisted by loneliness and a desire for good It glossed over that it was bad, and I was still lonely
The lit match was me swimming up from a ship sunk long ago Finding a life raft floating up above But my grip keeps shaking in fear Of what holding on too tight would mean
And my heart goes back to the lie, to the storm, to the shipwreck Fear rules more of me than I will ever accept. But I will never go back, even if fear manifests and I end up treading water alone If all else fails, I will cling to the driftwood knowledge that it is more important for me to be with my true self than with anyone else
The voice inside says I'm not a swimmer, but You also said I wasn't a mountain climber