A rasping breath.

A trembling sigh as the breath is released, then

Another throaty gasp for air;

I have lost myself again.

I cannot escape the water's icy embrace,

Its already firm grip tightening still,

Dragging me under repeatedly,

Regardless of how many times I resurface.

The sea of depression I am slowly sinking in,

Its strength never wavers;

I cannot stop fighting, I cannot give up.

But my own strength, unlike the ghastly water's, has a limit;

At times I have a lax in grip of my control,

And the ocean swallows me for a while.

But I do come back up eventually,

After watching some of my life drain out in the little bubbles issuing


From my lips.

This cycle refuses to stop, but there are escapes;

Friends, family, and the occasional boyfriend can distract me from my dismal existence.

For those who are drowning in a whirlpool of blackness,

Ponder this:

If you keep yourself surrounded by people like you, you may never resurface;

If you surround yourself with the suns that shine brighter than you,

The tides will go down sometimes, and you will not be alone.

Allow yourself to shine, if only for a little while;


Dredge yourself out of the dank, icy waters.

Do not be afraid to open that window into that dry, warm air and take a deep, cleansing breath.

Thank you, Ritayan; you inspired me to write this.





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