My Drowning Heart
It sinks beneath relentless waves,
each pulse swallowed by the tide.
Air escapes with every thought,
leaving me to wonder if I will rise again.
Memories cling like seaweed to my chest,
pulling me deeper with their weight.
Reaching for something solid, something safe,
I find only the emptiness of my own hands.
The world continues above the surface,
unaware of the struggle below.
Every heartbeat feels like a battle,
every breath a reminder of fragility.
I fight beneath the crushing dark,
hoping for a glimmer of air or light.
Even if I never surface fully,
I hold the thought that I am still here.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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What a way to say thank you for living. Good job.
awesome gratitude to realize being here is a gift