I’m terrified of drowning,
the thought of water rushing into my lungs-
the feeling of accepting what’s happening.
Thrashing, fighting, reaching toward the surface.
I become calmer as time progresses.
time gets slower
and soon I find myself,
treading the waters that I’m stuck in.
Not at the top,
but almost at the bottom
It feels like treading water,
but your arms are getting too tired to hold yourself up-
just like they always do.