Melting/Freezing Point
I am wishy-washy.
Not the wish-wash of a washing machine,
but the wish-wash of water.
Fluidity is a beautiful thing.
It is unreliable though, that fluidity,
Too fluid.
Like water, my mind is impressionable,
and the smallest drop creates a ripple effect.
But my body is not fluid,
it is solid.
It can change though, it is adaptable.
My body is teaching my mind to solidify.
I am wishy-washy.
But not like water.
Not anymore.
Wishy like a shooting star and washy like a washing machine, now.
Wishing for others to feel as I do.
Feeling that I am becoming whole.
Washing doubt from all crevices of my mind.
Feeling that I am all together, perfectly.
Becoming ice.
Like water, but stronger.