Better on Paper

As you grow,

You begin to row around a pond that seems deep then shallow

Not quite knowing if you will wallow in a treacherous wave 

Or swallow a gulp as you conquer the brave.

The water seems gentle, innocent at first,

So calm, you feel unalarmed,

Until its arms drag you down into its cruel chill.

Panting while still, you rock back and forth against your will

For fear it will knock you back like a pill

And decide you’re its next kill. 

Alone in a corner you feel,

Till you blink and realise it was all a part of the uncanny thrills

Of life’s shrills.