…it’s very difficult to learn how to swim when you’re drowning. (me)
I don’t really like pulling poems apart, or critiquing them, but I feel like I should point out that the person in this poem is not drowning, nor are they giving up. They’re actually fighting very hard, and succeeding. They might have an easier time if someone were to help them — throw out a life preserver or flotation device — but, despite the great difficulty they’re having, they are moving forward.
At the same time, all of the people on the banks of that river seem to be morons, and incapable of helping in any meaningful manner. I think, and this might just be me, I’d be better off if they’d just shut the fuck up and let me concentrate on finding another rock.
Here’s a hand … grab hold … I won’t let go
I know the feeling. Empathy is genuine, and so is my caring.
…it’s very difficult to learn how to swim when you’re drowning. (me)
I don’t really like pulling poems apart, or critiquing them, but I feel like I should point out that the person in this poem is not drowning, nor are they giving up. They’re actually fighting very hard, and succeeding. They might have an easier time if someone were to help them — throw out a life preserver or flotation device — but, despite the great difficulty they’re having, they are moving forward.
At the same time, all of the people on the banks of that river seem to be morons, and incapable of helping in any meaningful manner. I think, and this might just be me, I’d be better off if they’d just shut the fuck up and let me concentrate on finding another rock.