Lifeboat

There's a well and she's deep inside

her reality has thrown ropes before

But her hands were too full with her past

to land on something more

There's a well and she's deep inside

the water outflowing it's brim

She's drowning with what she can't let go

wondering if she's forgotten how to swim

There's a well and she's deep inside

about to hit rock bottom soon

She loosens her grip as she wonders

if losing some things is a boon

There's a well and she's a fighter

after letting go of what pulled her down

There's nothing in her way

nothing to make her drown

There's a well and she's no more deep inside

she thanks the water for keeping her afloat

The water gushes in denial voicing

"you are your own lifeboat"

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