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.