Cardiopulmonary realization.

For once in my life, I am scared to jump in; I am scared to save her.
For once, the water is calm; still.
I fear the repercussions of my involvement.
I fear the ripples; I fear the chaos.
I fear a catastrophe of epic proportions caused from the oh-so insignificant wings of such a tiny butterfly.
I am wise though; I am cursed with the gift of knowledge; the lack of ignorance.
I realize that the water will ripple from a single leaf gently kissing its surface bay.
What will happen after I submerge myself in this fight to save her?
Will my heart be light enough for the surface tension to keep it afloat?
Or will I flounder and sink, pulled deeper inside by the chaotic undertow.
I do not ponder long, for I am wise; cursed with the gift of knowledge, with the lack of ignorance.
I know it is too late to save her.
I am forced, by reason, to sit and watch her drown.
I sit, as the water sits, so sickly still, and not a single ripple, not a single tear breaks through the surface.
For once in my life, I am discussed with this knowledge.
I am cursed with this gift, and I can not save her.

:]sammi