Swim

Out of place.

Out of line.

Since when was it right

for you to decide?

First hide.

Then confide.

Then spread,

the vicious lies.

Conform.

I'm torn.

Wrote rules for peace

provoking the war.

I stood chest-high,

mid-stream I screamed.

A current of tears

washed over me.

Ripped me away

from all my dreams,

pulled me downstream

towards destiny.