Written for RHPeat's poetry class...
A single drop of rain
falls blindly then
becomes the whole pond; an inkling
lost, unable to find
its own edges.
Abandoned within a newly
fierce and painful turmoil
of threaded hope -
knowing full well despair will be
a more brutal challenge
than reaching out
to attempt this thing known as “swim”.
Copyright 2011 Kimberly Hillard