An invisible force grasps my neck,
Pulls me down beneath the surface.
I thrash and flail through the furious waves but incompetently lose, only to be dragged back down.
The water cuts through me like the serrated edge of a knife and the pain is searing, coursing, paralysing.
I try to prise the long fingers from around my air ways but the grip is too strong or maybe I am too weak.
I gulp down the blustering air before being held beneath the icy surface.
Survival triggers me to kick and punch against the force which will not cease to liberate me.
Fail, fail, fail.
I take one more breath before plummeting into the depths of the ocean; leaving behind nothing, not a single footprint in the erasable sand.
-by holly boyd
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The invisible force is whatever you imagine it to be; we all struggle and I just want you to know that no matter how bad things are, no matter how alone you feel or how badly others treat you, it will get better. So fight like a warrior and be brave because, after all, what else is there to do?
If you ever want to speak I am here.
Lots of love x
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