Fly me away. Grab my hand and float me out of this entangled abyss. This is what it feels like to be drowning but still breathing. My mind is scattered down here. Time doesn’t move. The small view of the surface that I have gives me no clear answers to what I will look like when I get out of this. So what is it I’m holding on to if hope isn’t there. It’s terrifying to think that I thought I was swimming in the right direction. How long will it stay like this. How long will prayers go unanswered. The more I struggle the deeper I sink. Am I waiting on someone to rescue me or is this my great escape?
Bottom of the Ocean
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My Life in Poetry 