Beneath the crushing waves of sorrow deep,
I sank where light and breath alike forsook,
Grief’s cold and silent currents made me weep,
And pulled me down where hope itself was shook.
The salt of tears became the sea’s embrace,
A drowning soul adrift in endless night,
Each gasping breath a plea for mercy’s grace,
Yet darkness claimed the last of morning’s light.
But lo—my lungs still burn with stubborn fire,
My heart, though battered, beats its ragged drum;
From drowning’s grip I rise, though weak and tired,
A survivor forged where lesser spirits succumb.
Proudly I stand, with brine upon my cheek—
I drowned in grief, yet lived to see the peak.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 6:55 PM UTC
Beneath the crushing waves of sorrow deep,
I sank where light and breath alike forsook,
Grief’s cold and silent currents made me weep,
And pulled me down where hope itself was shook.
The salt of tears became the sea’s embrace,
A drowning soul adrift in endless night,
Each gasping breath a plea for mercy’s grace,
Yet darkness claimed the last of morning’s light.
But lo—my lungs still burn with stubborn fire,
My heart, though battered, beats its ragged drum;
From drowning’s grip I rise, though weak and tired,
A survivor forged where lesser spirits succumb.
Proudly I stand, with brine upon my cheek—
I drowned in grief, yet lived to see the peak.
