When I am weary,
I do not weep.
I hold in my tears
And fall into deep sleep.

My mind starts to wander
Through dreams of pure bliss.
But then I am falling
Down an abyss.

Confused and in shock,
I ****** out my hand,
To grab onto something
Before reaching land.

With nothing to hold,
I start to lose hope.
I glance down and see blue,
Then land in a boat.

It rocks back and forth,
As the wind blows,
Sailing proud on the ocean,
Where headed? Who knows.

Seasick and alone,
I leap into waves.
Head bobbing in, out,
I try to stay brave.

Now fully submerged,
No air to take in.
My lungs getting tight,
Oh, is this the end?

Holding in my last breath,
I squeeze my eyes shut,
Then I pray and I pray
To be out of this rut.

I open my mouth
To fine, glorious air.
My eyes come to a squint,
And I only stare.

My dream at an end,
Or nightmare I'd say,
I can finally relax,
My fear now at bay.

I think of the sadness
From before and I sigh,
And now after so much,
I let myself cry.

My tears, though, are not
As fresh as can be.
I cry salt water tears,
My dream, now reality.