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.
The Therapy of Words 