Feeling breathless
Losing my breath
Trying anything to grasp some air
I look down and I am tied
Tied to my past, tied to my future
I realised that the present is what matters
I need to survive ,
So I fight-
I fight for air, I fight to swim away .
But, then I realised I don't know how to swim away
Or maybe I do, I just need to go out there
But wait , what if -
What if I drown
And go further down
What if I never come back around.
Thousands of ' what if s ' haunting my mind
While I die.
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reaching out
PoetryThe different stages of wanting to free my self from my ghosts and trying to befriend the parts of me that I hate the most Genre:poetry
