The struggle to breathe has become too much.
Just yesterday I had a dream and almost couldn't get up.
Lost in an irate sea, slowly sinking to the bottom
A dark figure watches as I lose the air that fills my lungs.
Hands outstretched toward the surface.
No, not the surface.
Toward you.
You, my very sustenance.
The water I drink, the air I breathe
and without it, I shall drown.
and with too much, I shall also drown.
And so, I must keep you at an arms length.
Never truly embracing you,
yet never truly dismissing you.
Awaking with a start.
A pressure on my chest.
I hadn't been breathing.
Even in my sleep, I am unsafe.