The waves keep crashing over me, making breathing difficult.
Any moment I hope to wash up on a shore that I can call my own,
Make my home, but for right now I float.

Like a piece of driftwood that was led astray from the ship it was
Attached to, I no longer have a vessel that serves a purpose and
I’m slowly warping and decaying with every wave.

The sun glares down at my floating body as if it knows my deepest
Secret, it’s glad to see me struggling in the dark water, hoping that
I will eventually drown - I don’t blame it.

I would have sunk a long time ago but the air in my lungs keeps me
Afloat and I can only wait to see when they will eventually deflate
And I will be sent to the depths, where I belong.

I imagine myself, pale and freezing, slowly sinking towards the
The sandy bottom that awaits me, arms raised at my sides, glassy
Eyes opened wide, watching my descent.

The thought of giving up grows stronger every second my cracked
Skin is left in this water and I have to force the images out, seeking
The resolve I must have stored somewhere

It’s a difficult task but I keep my head above the water, my lungs full
Of air, my heart on the same rhythm it was in before, and I wait for
The shore that is sure to come at any moment.