Learning to live as I drown

I learned to live as I drown

My father saved me from drowning

But now I get that feeling

As I breathe this putrid air

I am drowning

But am I free?

Darling won’t you come to me?

Is what you’re penning just for me?

Sweet and soft and a red dynamic

Symphony

If it is just say, “Lemon citrus honey bee”

And I’ll be back up

Getting that standing, dead, dark water from my chest

And let my muse from that trauma center

To be soft and warm

To carry our hearts to a promise land

Of soft daffodils on a canoe made of something deeper than bliss