I feel the water
surrounding my head
pushing, crushing, keeping me down.
I feel the water
against my legs
as I kickkickkick to reach the surface.
Through the blue
I see faint traces of white light
taunting me, just out of reach.
As I near the top
where I will be able to breathe
another wave comes down
and I too am down once again.
This endless cycle of kick and push
may discourage some
but it just keeps me going.
One day I will break the waves
and i will float.
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PoetryThis will (hopefully) become a collection of poems about whatever I'm thinking, feeling, etc. at the moment. Please give me lots of feedback and enjoy!
