the drowning woman.
she flails her arms, screams.
she's too far
out
to swim back.
so i go to her.
i can do this, i think.
swimming swiftly
to her rescue, but when
i get there
i see what's holding her
in place,
tied to her arms and legs
and neck
are the loves of others.
the baggage
that will weigh her down
until her death.
i tell her sorry, but if you
can't let go
you can't move on and live.
you'll never get to shore,
and i'm sorry but
i don't have another life
left to give.
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