pools ⟡༽

hiya! i dont know what came over me just now but i need to get these thoughts out. heres another poem. this one is about trauma and my feelings of inadequacy about it.

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my pool is not very full,

i can step into it

but i cant float.

thats a good thing.

i see other peoples pools:

full, perfect for swimming.

i envy that.

i know i shouldnt,

they could drown,

but i do.

its not fair, frankly.

i know its wrong

to be envious,

but i cant help it.

i want to swim.