Finding the bottom of that well that you
Were told to never fall into, scolded to stay away from (who knew boys and old water wells were bad for you?)
Who knew that the descent to the bottom would find
The child's play toy, the broken bucket, and we can't forget about the skulls, right?
The skeletons that pulled out of the deep dark murky dredge
Reveal insecurities, flaws, hurt caused by words that cut deeper than the blade of any knife
Rising to the surface it doesn't matter anymore that there is dirt on your hair and that my hands are holding yours way too tight, knuckles white
Just that we're safe and no longer stuck in this deep, deep bottomless expanse
Unable, or worse, unwilling to escape
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