Float Down or Sink On

What is drowning,

But floating down a river

That touches the back of your brain

like an old friend.

It is calm and relaxing

Until the swirls of the rapids engulf your soul.

Your soul that once dove deep into these waters

So that it could feel free

So that it could touch the riverbed and toss a rock on shore.

Those rapids tear and pull

And you are

Fighting

Paddling

Pulling up, up, and up

Trying to reach the surface

Until you’ve stopped

And nothing left in your lungs is worth fighting for.