Water

By Trevor Reimer '22

May 2019

All I wanted was a water,

but the sign says out of order.

I went to every machine in the school.

None of them work.

Out of order.

Just like my head.

Like my mind.

All these thoughts

floating around, swirling around

in my mind.

How do I make it stop?

How do I put my brain back together?

Will I ever be fixed? Cured? Healed?

People say that a higher being

will show me the way

and give me strength, but

will they really?

The words my mind throws at me

are words I would rather avoid.

Words

no person would ever like to hear.

The mean kind of words.

The threatening kind.

The harsh words.

The "What if's."

The words that can make any man

tremble and fall and break

as if he were a porcelain doll.

I can only hope I never shatter.

The worst thing about it?

All I wanted was water.