The Water

The pain and the hurt

Is all around me, sweet torture,

There’s so much I cannot nurture,

I cannot even see, I am blind

Of the tears that keep arriving.

Although the tears water my eyes,

These teardrops are trapped in my denial,

I feel only a desert within me,

Even if the water keeps running free

In front of my wounded eyes.

There is only darkness in my core

And I fear the sun to lighten my soul,

Too afraid to see the truth revealed,

Transparencies that I always concealed

While I was asleep for a lifetime.

The water is pouring all around me

But it seems to be only oily drops

That can hurt my skin sometimes

And make me soak along my spine

Until I feel winter in my bones.

My reflection is glowing beneath my feet

But I dare not to look down,

In these waters I would only drown

As I’m not to breathe without support,

Too many times I had fallen before.