Puddle

[SFJ]

Some trek across it timidly
Perhaps fearing Scylla's muddy wrath
Some go, their fingers intertwined with another
The consoler obscuring their dread
Some evade it completely,
Going eons around its epicenter
And some fervently jump through it
Each gleeful drop seeping, freezing every cell
Becoming congealed into
Drops of daring, of risks
An Odyssey, successful.

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