Is this what it's like to drown?

andrea Poems

A friend asked me how I always managed to stay so happy And my immediate thought was 'they think I'm happy?' So I start to think how I can be so depressed Yet appear so happy While pondering this misconception My thoughts stumble and stutter to a stop I seem to have a road block in my mind urging me to turn around and never look back So obviously I surge forward and find A wall that I have built in my head that is clearly labeled "THINGS TO PRETEND AREN'T HAPPENING: BEWARE" This strikes my interest even more. So I step forward.... As soon as I near the wall it starts to rumble and shake I reach forward and lay a hand on the wall The stones start to fall And the sturdy wall Starts to Crumble and the memories surge forward A tidal wave of suppressed stress, and pain Is this what it's like to drown? How much of my life don't I remember? How much of those forgotten things can I actually handle? Is this what it's like to drown? These memories range from minor to major And I have no time to sort through them As they continue to assault me I can't breathe Is this what it's like to drown? I hear a voice say 'hey are you okay? You don't have to answer me.' I look at my friend who asked such a simple question and received such a complex response and manage to gasp out 'This is what it's like to drown'