I step across the lily pond making my way
Each stone wobbles as I balance my weight
Left.
Right.
I seem to move
Trying to decide the correct thing to do
Each stone takes me on a different path
The bank moves closer as I balance on the stones.
The water gushes taunting me like a laugh
As I move onto this stone alone.
The stones start to vanish, the bank fades away
It's just me now, me. Myself.
I look for a stone as the oxygen leaves like the day
The water comes, I have nothing left to say.
I reach for the bank, a hand appears.
The grip is warm, the grip is kind.
The support I needed, the support brings me to tears
This hand, is my saving find.
