If there’s one thing I’ve learned
In my 18 years of drowning
It’s that we all do.
We’re all stuck in a glass tube,
Water trickling in,
Surrounding us.
Creeping closer with every breath taken.
Inhale, exhale.
For some of us, it’s a waterfall,
For others a mere leaky faucet.
But no matter the speed of the water,
We all face the risk of drowning,
Some quicker than others.
And lately,
I don’t quite feel like treading water anymore.