Uncharted (a poem)

I thought this might be about one thing, but now I’m not so sure it isn’t about something else…

Would we drown?
If we go swimming within
unsure what to expect
unprepared for the depth of the waters…

What if?

Could we put aside all the things we haven’t been saying
and allow ourselves to float?
These expectations will only weigh us down
anchoring us to the bottom of bottomless seas

I can hold my breath for only so long…

(24 January 2015)