sometimes I feel like life is trying to drown me, I can't catch my breath,
but this I know, the thread of Love is always there to pull me through ~
I feel like I'm floating,
under water-
seeing the outline of trees,
so tender and green-
dipping leaves,
branches bending as if-
to rescue me,
unable to surge through and above-
unable to breathe,
falling under and over-
your words sting and ache me,
I am not perfectly human-
I am only just me,
gasping between the waves-
descending upon me,
ascending and reaching in between-
the days that lay on each other,
covering me with deep water-
but then I rise,
I touch sky clouds-
that swell with rain,
drenching upon my pain-
all falling down,
not making excuses-
or chatter of blame,
I am no longer the same-
even in the doubt of my being,
I rise to grasp the thread of love-
as I reach towards the sweet sky,
wings open now,
ready to fly.
under water-
seeing the outline of trees,
so tender and green-
dipping leaves,
branches bending as if-
to rescue me,
unable to surge through and above-
unable to breathe,
falling under and over-
your words sting and ache me,
I am not perfectly human-
I am only just me,
gasping between the waves-
descending upon me,
ascending and reaching in between-
the days that lay on each other,
covering me with deep water-
but then I rise,
I touch sky clouds-
that swell with rain,
drenching upon my pain-
all falling down,
not making excuses-
or chatter of blame,
I am no longer the same-
even in the doubt of my being,
I rise to grasp the thread of love-
as I reach towards the sweet sky,
wings open now,
ready to fly.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Artist Erika Craig
Artist Erika Craig
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