I know it is quicksand,
the more you struggle
the deeper it takes you.
Just float it can't be more
than a few feet.
But, it feels like a tunnel
going into the depths of
A stranger's hand reaching out,
I grasp it having known this person
I can see myself in the mirror,
my reflection is full of sand and clay.
I, however, have been washed clean; as if
baptized for the sins I never committed.