One, two, three, four...
I think I've lost count,
I'm done holding my breath.
I come up to the surface.
My heart beats so loud, so fast.
Salt in my eyes and I can't see.
Anger.
A wave hits me from behind.
Can't hold on.
I think I'm sinking.
But I don't drown.
Sadness.
I come up again,
I reach the hot sand.
One, two, three, four...
So many pebbles.
I think I've lost count.
I'm lost.
But I swim again,
against the waves,
and I dive.
Now I can't hear anything.
Now it's only me. I am loud.
I'm not breathing.
But I am fine.
Happy.
Calm.
Strong.
I come up.
The sun is bright and I keep swimming.
Too many waves and I can overcome them all.
One, two, three, four...
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Night Vastness
PoetrySo many sleepless nights. Nights without stars. Without people. Nights with tears. Nights with hope. Nights full of thoughts. How can anyone sleep these nights? I think I'll just get lost in the night vastness.
