It feels like floating underwater

Muffled noise, carried by the current

Heaviness pulling downward like an anchor

While the hollowness keeps us afloat

Feeling nothing and everything at once

And only occasionally coming up for air.

It’s those gasping breaths of oxygen that sting

Reminders that there is still life left to live

That we are feeling, sensitive beings

Swept beneath the current of the unexpected

Tossed by what we cannot control

Cold, afraid, lonely, confused, hopeless,

We break through the surface with a breath

Hoping it is for the very last time

Before we finally reach the shore.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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