you were whirled and twirled
and thrown to the sea,
bubbling, guggling, salt water down,
tears roll from your eyes.
The deepest ache, the lowest note a cello can make, why did you wait this long to cry?
acting all tough drowning, the lighthouse was there to guide you; you could see the coastline, why didn't you come in? it seems to me like you're looking to sink, not swim.