Regret

I'm at the bottom of the lake now, 
I'm trapped. 
Please,
help me.
Help me before I drown under the pressure.

I can't throw your football,
I can't juggle that soccer ball.
I can't play a high note on the clarinet. 
But I can create,
let me recreate my choices.

Get me out of this lake of regret,
I don't want to focus on the past
but why did I jump in?

I'm done swimming,
please let me stop struggling.
Let me sketch in the mud. 

Let me braid your hair,
and finger paint on your cheek.

Can I call you under this water?
Or does the connection not reach underneath the murky surface.

I can't see it.
I can't hear it. 
Oh, let me taste pride.
Please.

Let me out.
Let me out of the lake of regret.