I’m drowning.
My own sad thoughts are pulling me under to the
airless world. I wish you were here to shine light onto the darkness.
To fill my lungs with your air.
To untangle me from the seaweed and tell me
everything’s going to be okay.
But you’re not.
My awkwardness was too much. I let my heart off its leash and it became putty
in your hands. But you had better things to do and left it dangling on a rusty
old nail. It hangs there, deflated. I can’t love so I swallow water to fill the
emptiness. I’ve lost the battle. Have no more fight left in me. As I touch rock
bottom, a spark ignites my soul. “Don’t give up” the thought swims through me.
I push myself through the pain and reach life support at the top. If I don’t
have the strength to survive, who else will? I need to grow wings and fly on my
own. Fly over all of my mistakes and pick up the pieces of my heart that were
left behind.
I was drowning. My own sad thoughts were pulling me under to the airless world. But I would rather be a blue jay in the sky than a dead fish in the water.
Source # the fad stories
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