The Drowning Woman

A Poem by Christina Nordloh
written on Halloween 2009

I must have appeared
As a drowning woman
To those that saw me there
Floundering and gurgling
In the warm summer air
Upside down and backwards
a shadow of herself
Grasping at nothing
As I talked about saving myself
Kicking this way and that
A fool at best
From the shore
Those that could see
Knew my efforts were fruitless
In the shallows of the pool
Their shouts did no good
Nor did lectures or silence
For Floundering was my choice
Until something changed
This morn when I awoke
And placed my foot down
I found purchase on solid ground
and stood
The water only reaching my waist
Upon the empty shore
A sign did read
"Now pick a direction
and see where it leads!"

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