step two

it's the human condition to dwell in pain,
but i'm breaking that habit, even as i circle the drain.
i'm swimming against this current, this flood, this rain,
this storm i've let pour on me for too long; and if it's all the same
i'd like to let this go; to let this linger no longer, to watch it fade:
this shame, this guilt, this love deficiency that is sinking its hooks into me.
i'd like to let it blow away with the wind and the snow and the smoke from the flames.
i'd like to watch this sink away like a bottle in water slowly filling up to the top.
i'd like a lot of things, but wanting doesn't make the rain stop.
step one was useless, gainless, and led to only emptiness.
metaphorically lost and internally bruised,
i choose to swim against the current.