I am sinking.
Not drowning.
A floating sensation takes over
My body's reliance on muscle is relaxed by the water's generosity
Arms lifted by the ocean's gentle hands
Caressed by the soft tugs of the current
Lungs burn with the need for air.
But it is beautiful down here.
Little silver spheres float to the top
How captivating.
But the water becomes more demanding
The current, desperate
The lungs, thirsty.
My arms begin to resist relaxation
Hands form claws
Then grasp at the surface
Legs beat at the water's depth.
The water's generosity transformed into starvation
I am not drowning.
My body pleads for freedom
It stretches towards the sun
I reach for the comforting warmth
and refreshingly cool air
I gasp at the release of my fingers
Mistakenly
But my neck is arched
My head breaks through
and my lungs are relieved.
I have made it.
I did not drown.
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Forget-Me-Not
PoésieSoft grass asks me the question Forget me not? Feedback is greatly appreciated along with any time spent reading anything of mine. Great kindness is felt for anyone who gives me such a beautiful purpose as to relate to other people with my writing a...
