My first leap into the deep waters, my breath was
snatched from me and goose bumps coated my
I coughed and choked but the more I resisted, the
easier I swallowed.
I was pulled to the bottom of the bed and eventually
left to rise, but instead of floating up, I continued to
My first leap into the deep waters was the greatest
dive I ever made.
I no longer felt the need to fight for air and I wore
the goose bumps as tightly as a Trojan horse is
worn on February 14th.
I crawl through the familiar waters, stroking the back
of my wounds.
The world thinks I’m drowning in my tears when in
reality I’m calmly bathing in my fears.
The moment I come up for and unveil the map to my
treasured chest will be the moment you find yourself
drowning in my truth.
The moment I come up for air will be the moment
that you will take me out of the waters, only to leave
me to drown on the sand.
You will leave me to wither and pant, thirsting for
something as real as the waves I left.
You will drink in my sunken misery, laughing at how
easy it was to get me to breath.
I will allow myself to continue to drown because
I see no reason for me to swim.