isles often

i followed the trail (you)
the tall trees, close
leading to the lake
fueled by curiosity (loss)
i looked out
took in the view
scanned over, for it (past)
marked by weeds
orange spraypaint
rough waters (changes)
i jumped in, clothed
swimming quickly
the cold water
veins pumping
blood slowing (reluctant)
as i came near
almost in sight
ears ringing (silence)
tide pulling
i gasp
pushing onward
reaching shore
i bring myself up (redemption)
stumbling centre
rocks and branches
pushed aside
there there there
(my treasure) hidden away
mine, once more
once again
(forever, and then)