Squeezed dry,
The sponge is primed
For absorption.
No water given
Within proximity,
The sponge contorts in
Brittel proportions.
Why is it so difficult
To get a drink?
To engage authentically
Without the fear of what the
Other will think,
Our friendship teeters on
An eroding brink.
You speak of connections
Like you got em in spades,
If your linked so completely
Then why aren’t you kicked back,
Made in the shade?
Reaching out
Only so I can
Reach in.
The type of healing you need
Can’t be performed
On a whim,
Your hangups aren’t
That thin…
Deep waters
Are reserved
For those who’ve
Learned to swim.