I am drifting so far from okay, Okay should be known only as the dull light Of a dying lighthouse beacon Flickering on a faraway shore, Beckoning me home.
I'm okay.
I tread water, Unable to break free From the incessant pull of the tide To seek out the fading light That calls my name so desperately.
I'm okay.
Try as I might to kick my feet, To churn that dark, endless sea Engulfing my body, Immobilizing me, Paralyzing me, With fear, melancholy, dread; With a hazy fog that drapes over me, Encapsulating me whole― I find I am one and the same With the opaque depths below.
I'm okay.
That flickering light, A small glimpse into a window of hope― The lighthouse. And when that faint light glimmers again Like a distant memory on the horizon, It is only but for a cruel moment; Not long enough a moment To guide my way back to shore, Back to myself, Back home.
And I tell myself, I'm okay.
Drifting, Floating, Sinking, Drowning.
I'm okay.
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A/N: This poem was inspired in part by the song "Lighthouse" by The Hush Sound.