The adventure you’ve chosen
Is a hard one—
Others have lied;
I will not.
The things you encounter
Will paralyze.
You’ll be clueless
Where to go,
How to act,
Which way is up.
You’ll feel stuck
Under water
Fighting your way
For breath,
But you won’t know
Which direction
Leads to air
And which to sludge.
You’ll chose
And struggle
And hope.
Things will be
Excruciating,
Unfair.
They’ll chase you
To a panic.
You’ll finally see
A flicker of something
—sunlight—
And fight forward.
You’ll just make it
To the surface
Where you’ll breathe,
Deeply
—folded in brightness—
Just where you need to be.