When I think back to that moment in time.
It is as if my breath has been ripped up my spine.
I am frozen and trapped beneath the waves
Of thoughtless words and catch-less phrase.

It's easier now, as time moves on
Maybe time moves more slowly where the thoughts respond.
Maybe with time,
I'll be able to breath more.
And slowly I'll walk through this memory's door.
And slowly I'll work through all the anger and hate.
And slowly I'll heal, maybe at some later date?

That's my hope,
My ability to breath,
As I suffocate beneath this
Sea.