Lately, My life has been a sea of something overwhelming..
Like honey, which normally I love;
but I'm drowning in it.
It's sticky, and it's surrounding me.
Filling my mouth and nose and lungs. 'Til suddenly, I can't breathe.
Gasping for air, and fighting to see the sunlight,
through the thick substance I'm trapped in.
I always have proof, that the light still exists;
In the dim glow of the amber liquid encompassing my body,
or the warmth it brings to my skin.
Yet I struggle; using every muscle in my being trying to swim,
to the surface of this seemingly endless ocean.
My flesh becomes weak,
from the constant movement and the panicked state it lives in.
I begin to believe I can never reach the light, when it appears.
A hand.
Glowing like the sun and strong like the waves.
Yet, some how, it's different.
The sun burns with a fiery danger, but as I swim closer,
my soul finds rest.
And unlike the waves, this hand doesn't push me to and fro,
forcing me further downward.
It reaches for me, and then lifts me,
up..
up..
up..
To the surface;
for a breath of fresh air.
