Treading Water
You say you don’t recognize who I’ve become,
but that’s only because you never knew who I really was.
So here I go once again, treading water day after day.
I’m barely able to keep my head above the waves
in this tumultuous sea of emotions that is my reality.
To you my moral compass is broken past the point of repair,
so I’m left to navigate the depths and channels by instinct alone.
The stars shine eternally in the sky above my head,
but what do they know of darkness concealed deep within?
They say that still waters run deep,
but does that speak to its simplicity or its complexity?
So here I go once again, treading water day after day.
I’m a castaway left to sink or swim, Homo sine nomine.
Neither accolades nor prestige means much here,
in this mer de noms of memory, as I tread water day after day.
