For a minute thereI felt like I was drowning,
swamped by conflicting responsibilities.
How is it you are always there
to remind me there's another way to be?
Not only can I break through the muck
-- it's not really muck at all.
This stuff on top of the water,
that looks like slime,
is really just thousands
of tiny green flowers
blooming at the height of their life cycle.
It's my turn to bloom, too;
I just have to have the courage
-- and the patience, trust and desire --
to keep paddling.
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