Ascending from the depths
Of my personal sea of sorrow
I feel the pressure in my body easing
As I get nearer to the surface
The abyss no longer a blinding darkness
My lungs struggle to hold in the screams
That will surely deplete the last breath of life
Left within my ravaged body
How close I came to succumbing to the wet blackness
How easy to just slip into the depths
And let the weight of my regrets
Carry me straight to the bottom
Ready to trade my last breath
For a cold refreshing drink of death
I somehow retained enough sanity
“Or maybe it was the just instinct”
To use my last ounce of energy and will
To push off of the murky bottom
And try to return to the surface
Where hopefully redemption will be waiting
As I slowly rise towards salvation
I fight to stay calm as my heart pounds
And my mind races
Fighting the urge to flail frantically
Towards the surface
Where I can feel the sun
As it dries my waterlogged soul,
Exhale the stale and dead air within me
And inhale the sweet freshness
Of a new life
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: January 31st, 2017 09:05
- Comment from author about the poem: This was one of my first attempts at a prose poem many years ago, not one of my best but thought I would share anyway.
- Category: Forgiveness
- Views: 25
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Comments3
This is excellent! I am so glad it ended on a happy note. Your words are stunning!--Christina
Thank you Christina.
WOW awesome write
Thanks Tony, much appreciated..
Welcome
Wow...so good.
Love this...
Thanks PHR, glad you liked it....
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