APM #3

 

Image by Ashok Meena

I promise

two words

like a mountain 

resting on a sea. 

Or is it an iceberg?

Sunken amidst 

precarious waters.

The tip, an attempt 

to undo itself. 

Promising

is like standing 

on a slippery terrace 

with heels on. 

I have promised 

to be faithful

to be honest

to be careful 

to be better

only because

I can't. 

When in despair

lost in war with oneself 

destined to wane

I hold on to a tiny string;

Belief. 

I choose to give myself 

a second chance 

to fail

and thus 

I promise.