My own promises...

Shall I tip in a toe, walk out and swim to the forever horizon? I'll be at peace while the sharks nip at my ankles. Their love is for blood, not born to protect. Instead, I'll face the reality to my right. She once shed blood and held me tight, whispering motherly promises for my future. Her son's blood spilled for those broken promises that he's held for far too long. I'll skip them like shells into the deep blue, stand strong on the shoreline, and create a future for myself.