The Thing About Love, A Poetic Book of Poems

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The water begins to rise
I can not swim
I'm sinking deeper into the quicksand
I do not struggle
My airways are restricted
I don't want to breathe
The weight is pushing down
I fall under the pressure
The darkness consumes me
I close my eyes
The pain gets to be too hard
I decide to end it.
A hand is reached out.
I hesitate.
Two hands on each arm.
I pull away.
The light is shining brighter now
I run for its embrace.
The warmth is coming back now.
I smile for the first time.
A crutch is waiting, an open ear.
I have a shoulder to cry on.
The help came almost too late.
I thank god it's here.