I think that's the point of it all,
the thrill,
the fear,
the adrenaline, that decides
should you fight, take flight or freeze.
the moment you feel you know what's next
it's shattered before your eyes.
the unexpected turns
like the spells when you
go breathless while drowning.
because one minute
you say, "it's just water"
before you know it,
you're in the ocean.
no life, no sound,
soon, no air.
and it's calm waters,
nearly pacifying;
until you see a wave approaching.
"it's beautiful",
so you stop for a while to admire it,
forthcoming, in all it's glory.
and before you assimilate it,
it engulfs you.
suddenly, you're submerged,
defeated,
by the very element you considered
splendid.
fatal attraction.
you're pushed under, with no escape.
an entire ocean, but
nowhere to go.
and at that point of time,
even a second seems like forever,
every iota of that second,
is so precious,
because you're drowning,
sinking.
whether you want to fight or no,
it doesn't matter,
you're choking, coughing,
and it's only
water.
but everytime you think
there's a break, you lift your head,
fighting the waves.
you're coming up for fresh air,
but you're pushed back
down again.
it's newton's third law of force
every action has an equal and opposite reaction
so when you try to break this equation
you're aiming for something impossible,
losing bits of yourself in the process.
so sometimes it's ok to stop fighting,
to let go,
you'll float eventually,
you'll rise
but this time,
for good.
~sheváun
YOU ARE READING
letters to someone
Puisiliterally free verse poems, writings and maybe even a paragraph or two, addressed to someone. the "someone" here is not specific, not the same and not a real person. it could be anyone :)))
