Amphibious Feeling

Plagued by this amphibian feeling 

emotions drowned in murky depth, 

whereas the other half 

is crucified on drying land... 

There is a frog in my heart and throat; 

he jumps so randomly it seems.. 

One second I am sputtering 

the other silent like a dream 

I am reduced to clamminess 

and a tongue that's thick and lolling 

my frog skin hard and drying 

but drowning far beneath... 

Would it be so hard to admit, 

a love confession endeared 

to a person that I admire 

than remain here in the mire? 

You know, I could swim the ocean 

or run the rugged land; 

I could find my answers 

if only I would ask.