October Harvest (Beat Down)

Suppose we never met,
and I never knew
what it meant.
Suppose I wouldn't need
to be mended,
but I never give up.
Relentless in attempts.

I sat down by the wooden fence,
it just felt right.

But I never cried wolf,
it just came as it came

But I never felt like I was drowning.
I could've sworn
I was awake on the side of the tide.

But I am
constantly growing.
At the most unsatisfying rate.
I am growing.