Which way out.

"Please... Please let me in."
Don't shut me out I won't let you down.
Alway here, never left. Never left you
You never left me.
Finding what's right, what's still left to say
Trying to believe in the best of intentions
But still wondering if, deep under the water
If I had something to do with it.
If it had something to do with us.
Fixing by adding, one-plus-one-plus
Keep piling on until one day we turned around and found nothing left.
Two wrongs. Trying to make it right.
Trying. That's all I can ever promise.
Taking on another project- who's collecting broken wings now?
Who's the one with the mangled menagerie?
Darting, cagey, but holding my cards out for all to see.
Jumping- was that the word?
Shall- ten extra points?
Wet- aren't we?
Deep under water, yes. There's a dim silence in the night, between the swaying trees and creaking rafters.
There's a quiet longing.
A jeweled threat.
A standing offer.
Whether right or wrong the "only thing left to do is jump..."
I'm excited about possibilities. I have faith in the right opportunity. I am keeping my head out of the drink. Treading water well.
But it's still just under my chin.
And I'm not sure I would like it any other way.