In the morning I am bold,

Thirsty and longing for water

I am courageous with my longing

Confident in my want for water

And so I begin my quest to find it

Weary under the afternoon sun,

Never forgetting my want

Always wanting

Ever bold

But when in the evening

I stop at the stream of water before me

Fear grips me,

I cannot bend to drink.

I watch the water roll by in her meander

And I sit still,

Thirstier than I was in the morning,

Never daring to drink.

What if I drink and I fall in this stream of water?

What if I drink and my mouth doesn’t hold water?

What if I drink and I thirst as I did still?

Morning comes and sees me sitting in fear still.

In the morning, I am fearful

Thirsty and longing for water

I am skeptical in my longing

Unsure of my want for water

And so I sit in my confusion,

Weary under the heat of the sun.

Afternoon finds me still as I was,

Slowing forgetting my want

Fading like moonlight at dawn

But as evening draws close,

I feel a burning

Like rough hands firm on my shoulders

Firmly pushing in a direction I cannot resist

My head falls into the water,

It fills my mouth, my stomach and my soul

And when evening comes, I’m thirsty still

But I drink and I drink, until my stomach hurts full

Night finds me with a new boldness

Courage in the want I once had for water

And I know when morning comes,

If I feel thirsty, I will drink and I will not fall

I will drink and my mouth would hold water.

I will never sit at the mouth of this stream in fear.

Morning will find me bold with my newness

Fearless like the wind that pushes the water in her meander.

The author signs, Tiny Everywhere.