She swam with the fishes, but fishes they were not. For in the sea she could not see that dangers must be fought. She swam and swam each day at work until that fateful day. That perception changed and her blue world became a shade of gray. She thanks the Lord for steering her from sea to bay to shore. Now she looks back and sees she’s walk yet through another door. Her time is done swimming in the murky pond of lies and disbelief For now dear friend she has a job that provides her with no grief.