Dear Ocean

I keep waiting for others to bring me to life

To put oxygen in my lungs

Because to breathe is so hard

when the air around me feels so thick.

I feel like a car that's broken down

And instead of asking for help with repairing the engine

I'm waiting for someone to stop by and help me push it forward

But this doesn't get me very far

And soon enough they have to leave

And I'm stuck here

Still

With a broken engine

And without enough strength to move more than a centimetre at a time

I've turned to the engine and I'm getting to work

But there's a storm outside

And the fog is setting in

It's hard to see the parts and where they go,

But I'm trying.

Repair the engine, I tell myself.

Remind myself not to wait for help in pushing the car forward

Remind myself

It's okay to phone in and ask for help with the engine sometimes

Remind myself

Those who can and care will be there

Please

(If you ask for anything)

Ask for help with the engine

Now, I don't know if there's a happy ending ahead

Because I haven't reached an end.

Because I'm trying to breathe life into my own lungs

Instead of asking someone else to provide the oxygen.

But I'll get there.

I'll get there, right Ocean?

I've done it before.