I Sink Deep

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I Sink Deep

Treading slowly
Led limbs
Water creeps up
Needles prick my skin
My throat
Suffocating me

I sink deep

Abyss
Time
Goes on
Pulling
Me
Down
Until
I am

Nothing

I rise
Faster lighter
Water grazes my skin
Like smooth silk
Brushing against my face
Loving hands pulling me up
Eyes slowly open
To a warm light
Free

I Rise  



                                                                                                        ©    ~ Star Latty


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