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Sep 2016
Her
Standing at the edge,
staring down at the water
You step into the empty air
Before your courage could falter

You plunge into the icy depths
Strong, merciless currents try to drag you under,
Lungs starting to burn, you try to reach the surface,
Strength begin to dwindle as you realise your blunder

As the cold embrace of the water
Beckons you to its watery grave
You begin to wonder why you thought
Fighting the currents alone was being strong and brave.

Your final thoughts
As the last vestiges of air escapes your cold, chattering lips
Are of the people who love you
And how you let their faith in you slip through your fingertips

You start to close your eyes
Ready to meet your demise
Death waiting in the darkness
With promises of sweet release in the land of nothingness

Pain blossomed in your head
With a start you begin to flail
Till your fingers find purchase
And thoughts of survival began to prevail

You hauled your battered body up
Marvelling at the log that was your saviour
And with short, sharp, gasping intakes of breath,
The icy, clean, lifesaving air your lungs greedily savour

Miserable and cold you hung onto the log
As your eyes begin to shut once more
You shuddered at your naivety
Of how you nearly drowned and thought you were done for

With a start you wake.....
It dawned on you that you're neither wet, on a log on a raging river nor alone
You turn to look at her face, peaceful in sleep
The log you were holding onto in your dream, as you should always have known,

**Is her.
No matter how strong you think you are alone, you'll never be stronger than when you have someone who's willing to walk with you in your times of trouble.
Nite
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Nite  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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