Grief
Brandon Cook
We were muddy in the pond, and so were tempted to turn around, saying,
I knew it
Look how dirty I am now
But some voice would not let us stop, and so we kept wading to where
The water began to clean and cleanse us
Until
Emerging on the other side
We did not realize how grimy we had always been
Far before the other shore
And never knew it until
We went all in