Analysis of Treading Water

At first it was just a puddle,
so easy to ignore,
each day I'd feel its splash out the door,
my world becoming muddled.

It became a pond,
a pool of water shallow,
but slowly I began to feel hallow,
hallowed with a bond.

It became a lake,
strong and shimmering
my hopes, not glimmering,
for what this water could take.

Now it is an ocean,
dark and vast,
wind breaking the mast,
fighting its endless motion.