You remind me of the tempting drain
Placed at the very bottom of the deep end of the pool
The one I feared tremendously as a child
I was convinced some small part of me would get stuck within
an opening of that drain
And I’d drown under the weight of the water
Robbing my lungs of the air needed to keep me afloat
More often than not
I find myself staring at you
And as I start to dive into the depths of you
And why I want
to look that deep inside you
I startle from that familiar fear
That a small part of me will get stuck within you
And I’ll be consumed by the desire to trust you
Love you
And I feel my lungs being robbed of the air I need to
survive
So I retreat to the surface
Taking a deep breath
And diverting my eyes
E.A. O'Connell
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