In Over Your Head
By Michelle Garren Flye
You miss solid ground beneath your feet,
But paddle gamely on.
Your resolve is still intact—
You’ll never admit defeat.
But the waves are rising and you’re far from shore.
Your legs are tired and your arms are sore.
And when at last the life preserver appears,
And you seize it in your grasp,
You realize it’s pulling you back—
But maybe that’s the least of your fears.
Is there shame in going back there
When you never really belonged out here?