“Down the watery drain? Or at least down a very slippery and deep slope? That’s life, am I right“ Gun Roswell
Down, down, all the way I float
The slippery slope ahead, something for a while having feared
But taking control of that beast, the one whom keeps me telling there is not sleep
Not until one of the greatest of them all has finally been conquered
The one of looking down, with falling into the deep, deep under ground
Still, the fear holds its tight grip across the beating chest
And with the pounding of the muscular thingy keeping myself still alive and singing?
Well, what do I do, what else can I do?
Jump! Like a kangaroo or some other kind of loon
Diving right into the blue hues, for this eternal fear to lose
And soon too?
Alas, the feet needed for the venture won’t respond
As here on the ledge I still stand not known right from wrong
Someone please, help me to release this feeling
Of sinking if I go all the way in
Eyes closing, breathing slowing and without warning
I take flight and into the waters waiting dive
The long but short way down fearful of only to drown
One splash two splash three splash!
Onto the calming cool surface
Under water remembering to keep by breath like an otter
Diving, smiling, diving further, then up up all the way up
With a huff and a puff head, body still in tact
Gone, all but gone is that damned fear
Conquered by shedding just a few more tears