Rushing waterfalls pour from the tranquil lake.
I, in a frenzy, deep breath you call me –
whispering let go, let go
I’ll catch you –
here in my arms where it’s calm.
Close your eyes, you say, I’ll keep the terrors away.
Rushing waterfalls endlessly stream down –
into the lake where fierce currents are found.
My turmoil within,
you soothe with quiet words –
bubbling gently; washing over me.
My fears are swept away over slippery stones
and eaten by fish who enjoy their salty, chewy meat.
*Southbury, CT with FlyTrapMan