A torch in my chest,
Throttles with my breath.
My life crawls out my throat.
Layers overlap and coat.
Muscles tight to the skin.
I sink just like a pin.
Bubbles spread and pop.
Head pounding as I drop.
Concrete feet I kick.
This poison chokes me thick.
The light the darkness licks.
Lifeless, I'm far too sick.
Waves of fear.
Sharks of trouble.
No air to fill.
My lungs soon double.
Paddle is my only mission.
Engulf me whole, ending submission.
The heavy heart I have to carry.
My soulless body not found to bury.
In aid of a savior.
Stubbornness, my reckless behavior.
Stuck in this revolving cycle of danger.
Trauma tidals straight for my manger.
Yet how can I be saved.
If my own fault is to blame?
When all I need to stop this madness,
Is to swim past the waves?
How can I be saved,
If all I do is drown in my
Mistakes?
How can I be freed
If my entirety crumbles and
Breaks?
How can I live,
If my earthquakes
Steal my faith?
Sometimes, your worst enemy is yourself. And sometimes, you just have to wait for the storm to pass to keep on swimming. If you're going through a rough time, I'm here to say I believe in you :).
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Drifting Poetry
Poetry*****E-AWARDS WINNER [Third Place in Poetry]***** A selection of poems created when inspiration was plentiful.... This book is now completed! Started: 2015 Ended:2019
