The Deep End

And so, she thinks,
It's all or nothing.
Everything or a netherworld,
To be forever lost in bliss or to be forever lost in
Hell.
She thinks,
Am I that much of a fool,
To take such a dare with life?
To stride up to fate and
Spit it in the face?
To climb out to the
Deep end
And
J U M P ?
She thinks,
I must be that much of a fool,
To dance with the flames of destiny,
Play cards with the dark side of the moon,
Bet and trick with one so known for his
Deceit and cunning.
She sighs and looks down at her
Reflection,
Far Far Far Far
Down in the pool below,
Her details so miniscule,
Her whole so unstable.
She thinks,
Am I really that relative?
Is life really that strange?
Is it just this, then nothing more?
She giggles as she bounces,
Up
And
Down,
Up
And
Down,
And jumps.
And she
fallsfallsfallsfallsfalls
And she
Falls falls falls falls falls
And she lands in the
Deep End with a
Splat.
And so, she thinks,
As she stands on the edge of the soft moss looking into the pool,
Only feet away from her face,
This is the
Deep End.
Category:Jenna Fraen
Category:Poetry