You carry it like a secret inside you,
like a tale you struggle to tell.
Sometimes I think that you don’t remember,
how the water would swallow and swell.
Still the world carries on right beside you,
and each winter breathes fresh fallen snow,
and someday your chest will break open,
breathing secrets along with the flow.
If you limp and you stumble I’ll catch you,
if you’re willing to let me get close.
There’s a chance that you may become weightless,
and find freedom in being exposed.
Emptied of what always bound you,
you’ll see we’re similar in texture and sight.
We can interlace fingers and tie them together,
we can never stop gripping on tight.
For we came from the water, we’ll die there,
all alone or in each other’s arms.
There’s trust between us without secrets,
and in the tide we’re delivered from harm.