I dived too deep thinking about life,
mistakenly thinking I can transcend my need for air,
I lost my breath, I frantically resurfaced,
holding on to whoever lurked happily on the surface,
I gasped for air, filled my lungs, satisfied my body,
tried to kill whatever pushed me deep down in the first place, tried to accept life on the surface.
It grew on me for a while, I began thinking how a life of constant struggle seemed overrated, diving down without ever knowing if you'll reach an end before you run out of air,
if whatever you reach can compensate the damage you've already done,
and I breathed my time away, thinking I was never born for the depths.
But one day, the air started burning my lungs, everything seemed dry and shallow,
I felt exposed at the surface, and I remembered a fact I’ve long forgotten;
I dived not only to reach the depths, but to escape the surface,
I dived back in, with enough experience to guide me faster,
maybe I’ll have to resurface again, but this time I’ll know, my need for air doesn't transcend my fear of the surface.
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Author:
Seba Qaddorah (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2023 13:42
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Shame on the three (water/air/surface.)
Failed to give a hand ..
To someone forced to live in the bottom ..
(Good wording)
Thank you!
(really well written, thanks for sharing
stay strong!
please forgive my little poetic reply)
most of life's lessons
are born of repetition
we need first, attempt
defying our fears and laments
before we can levitate
excavating a path, to escape
to those
awaiting, shorelines of solace
we've been promised, by hope
one
brave stolen breath at a time
we define
that which is ours to manifest
and realise...!
Kudos to you on this great poetic response,
Thank you, much appreciated 🙂
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