I soak in a pool of all the possibilities 

I sit in my sorrow of what never was 

An adult’s mind 

A child’s memories 

I can never be more than I was

The water rises past my nose 

And I breath in the pain of drowning 

To be sober 

To feel what’s been bubbling below the surface 

The cycle of grief I thought I would never know is now all that I feel.