Everyone seems to be swimming downstream
Along with the flow
I feel like I'm swimming upstream
Against everyone.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not even moving
Just hiding and waiting under a rock.
Afraid that the tide will wash me away.
I am of such little faith.
Not trusting what the future holds.
Not trusting myself entirely
In the potter's hands.
This is unfortunately not a poem
Poems can be fictitious, a make-believe world.
This is not what poems are made of.
This is what I feel.
And I hate to feel this way.