Predisposition

If you make room for me,
I'll live,
but that doesn't convince you
because I'm predisposed for drowning
and you're scared to be pulled down by my weight.

So it's okay, darling, stay secure right where you are -
Don't worry about me.
I'm only gasping for air in waters so cold, they suffocate,
with finger bones too numb to grab hold.

Truthfully, it's warm when it's this cold;
it burns, but then washes over like a bath.
All I need do is let go. Let you go. Let you be free.

I've heard drowning feels like coming home.

I'm as ready as I'll ever be.