I float in an sea
Calm and complacent
Or so it would seem
From the surface
Underneath me
A roaring tide swells
It angrily seeths
Rising up over my head
It threatens to drown me
To choke the life from my lungs
To stop my stuttering heart
To plunge me into eternal dark
The sea is of my own making
The rising tide my emotions
Rising up to choke me
In a senseless flood
I am overwhelmed
I need help
Desperately I thrust out my hand
And someone grabs it
They are my anchor
Keeping my head above the tide
"You can beat this," they say
And I know they are right.
Standing triumphant
Next to my savior
Dripping wet
And exhausted
I smile at them
They smile back
And then fade to light
Leaving me alone
I stand firm on a rock
That my friend put me on
I will overcome this
I will not be overwhelmed
AN
This is for Sarah, who definitely will understand why I wrote this. I hope you enjoyed! Please comment and vote!
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