Drowning

I’m sinking in a sea of my own insecurities and fears

Each breath is pulling me deeper and deeper

And I’m long since done fighting.

As the waves crash over me, I hold my breath

And close my eyes to block out the noise around me.

My feet touch the sandy bottom and I let out my last breath

Only to discover that I can’t breathe in again.

If living is like drowning, a part of me hopes

That dying will be like floating.