It all started with a drop
Seemingly irrelevant, lack of significance, no meaning or importance
It was just a drop
But one drop became two and two became three
Until there was a light drizzle, but I didn’t worry
Because they were still drops
Then drops became drips and drips lead to downpour
Too aware of the rain, I didn’t notice the gathering on the floor
Drip, drop
Gathering drops formed splash puddles as many puddles became one
They joined together creating currents and now the flood had begun
But it all started with a drop
Endless rain, rising water levels, swept away by the current
I held my breath, held on for dear life, held on to my last bit of courage
Carried away by a gathering of drops
Bumped and banged into foreign objects, swept by the water like a daily chore
I cried and implored, but could not compete with the water’s raging roar
I couldn’t fight anymore, and decided to explore, beneath the surface closer to the floor
I’d given in to the drops
Each drop was a metaphorical painful memory
That left me in misery and agony, and drowned me until I couldn’t breathe
And my biggest sin,
was not what I’d done, but that I had given in
The thing about drowning is that everything slows down
And the new perspective made me realize I didn’t want to drown
My place was not on the ground
I looked to the skies
from where my help cometh from
Decided against my demise
And fought back the drops one by one
It still rains on occasion
Due to frustration,
But I quickly dry it up like a mop
No more great floods, like the one in my past
The one that started with a drop
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