Float.
I’m trying to catch a breath,
before the weight drowns me.
I tried to go with the flow,
Like they all said,
facing wave after wave,
with the goal of reaching the shore.
I saw others get there,
to this magical place,
away from this tumultous waters.
So I believed if I push along far enough,
my day will come too,
and I will be one with the wind,
my face turned up to the sky
calm and free from the turbulence and unpredictability of these waves.
I swam through storms,
carried more weight than I could, for long,
in a foolish hope that
this would all somehow help me get to the shore faster.
Well, I saw it happen to others, and believed it will happen to me,
In due time.
Soon, the weight was becoming unbearable to push ahead with,
and I was drowning slowly,
little by little.
I was angry that I didn’t get to the shore yet.
I did everything like the others,
but shore was not in sight.
I was mad.
The weight was unbearable.
I pushed above to catch breathe,
and looked at the bright blue sky for the first time,
and the little pink flowers that bloomed along the side,
My reality hit me only then.
I have been too focused on moving through the waves and the water,
to get to the shore,
that I forgot to look at the beauty along the way.
Although these moments in my journey are limited,
and might differ from others,
as I realised everyone swims a different course,
they provide a glimpse of possibility,
a ray of hope.
So now and then,
I catch a breath to look above,
of what my reality could be,
and sometimes think,
well it’s okay if I don’t make it to the shore,
as long as I float!
