shishi-odoshi

On my own, purposely crafted

I am beautiful and strong

And special

I believe

And yet my existence

Seems adjacent to that trickle 

From a stream 

Overflowing, never ending

I take it in, to my heart's brim

Just when I am drowning

I helplessly let go 

Until almost empty

I hit the bottom 

An awakening 

A startling 

And it begins again