She let go because she was in deep water...
They were with her, but they didn't float; they wanted to be pushed down...
She wanted to swim...
She tried to save them...
They only grabbed at her ankles...
"It's a test, you won't really drown." They said...
She didn't believe them...
Her lungs were filling up with heavy water...
She yelled "Enough!"...
"If you can't support me with my decision, then I'm leaving you behind."
They laughed and called her a coward...
She didn't care...
She started swimming again, and this time, she was moving forward...
Suddenly, they all wanted her to save them...
She refused...
"It's not my job" she whispered...
Then, she began to fly...
They sunk to the bottom of the ocean.
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The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
