• One day, I fear that you may push me too far.
    You may end up pushing me into another set of arms.
    I barely have a grip on the edge,
    And I feel my fingers slipping.
    Yet instead of helping me up,
    You keep me there dangling away.
    One day, I may just run to taste the danger.
    But in my heart, I know I would look back.
    Your eyes would pierce me,
    Words would destroy me,
    And you come chasing.
    You would tie another weight to my feet.
    Drag me back to the world I know.
    One day, I may just scream.
    Because some things were meant to be free.
    You already know I am like a sea.
    Unpredictable.
    Harsh.
    Beautiful.
    And unable to be kept in a jar.
    So please, stop pushing before this goes too far.