The waters we swim in
Weren't meant to help us float.
We drowned in an abyss,
No hope in sight,
No hope on the horizon.
The driftwood was soaking,
The air was so salty,
Yet somehow it wasn't enough.
The waters wanted more.
It pours down our lungs
Choking us as it fills our body:
One unit. One mind. One being.
Not separate, as some might find.
The waters we swam in
Were not meant to keep us afloat.
It meant to turn us,
Combine us,
Until we, too, became rain.
