Each morning, I rise.
I cannot shake, break,   separate
You
From me.
You stare back, unapologetic:

Placid, Smooth.

Many have drowned in your deceptive depths.
Seductive siren songs of insults
Lure many who seek confirmation of their faults.

I am no different.

I gaze.                   You swallow.

I die a death worth living for

And, your pool, it gets a little deeper.