To the man who thinks I’m drowning…

I am not.

Let me sink to the deepest sea
Reach the pitch black ocean floor

I may run out of breath but
But leave me be

Don’t come to my rescue
Or grab my hands

For, maybe, I like the taste of the
Brackish ocean

And the touch of the arctic veil

Let me swim back to the surface
With my own hands and feet

Do not rush and breathe life
Back to me

Or lift my weight— drag it
To the shore

For, maybe, these lungs need to remember
How it needs the gulp of air

And the warmth of life again.

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s photo challenge #131 . Photo credits goes to Mukti Echwantono.

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