I can feel the water rising slowly to my chin.
For years I’ve fought the waves crashing over me,
dragging me back to the ocean floor.
I’ve lived beneath these waters my whole life,
searching for the light above the dark.
My arms and legs fight to keep me alive,
only to surrender when I reach the surface,
letting me sink back where I began.
I don’t know why my body keeps fighting
when I never learned how to swim.
Frozen in an endless current,
pulled deeper by this ocean of sorrow,
I fear I’ll remain far below
while everyone else reaches the shore.