Safety

There is something in the water,

More dangerous than before.

Yet I find myself,

Farther and farther, from the safety of the shore.

His hands are the only ones, I want to explore.

Even if my body, will inevitably keep the score.

There is so little I want;

But I fill each gap with the hopes of more.

Toiling through old memories,

As a child swimming at the beach,

Clinging to my fathers arms,

Sifting through dark waters,

Where my toes could not reach.

Playing in the same sands,

I find myself drifting farther and farther from.

I know I can’t be the only one,

Running from all the things they once loved.

Clinging to the memory of what could have been,

And what was.