Sunday, November 20, 2016


Water surrounds me.
On all sides.
Ice cold water.
Like a hand from below.
Pulling me deeper.
Deeper into the unknown.
I must hold on.
Hold onto life.
Waves pushing me.
Farther from the shore.
I will swim.
I will tread water.
I will keep my head high.
Above the water.
I will survive.

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