The Shallow End

Maybe I could cultivate a way

So I would only play

In the shallow end.

Being open only to the softest ripples.

Guaranteed a smoother ride.

Part dead inside.

Numbness colliding, 

Alongside.

Less wild.

Mild and flat.

The middle ground. 

No. I've already subscribed

To the higher ground.

Survived a tidal wave.

Braving it out.

Alive.

S. Camplin