Swimming in the ocean
And feeling the waves and their rolling motion.
As the sun kisses my skin and the water carries my body
I feel as if I am flying.
As I soar my legs are ripped from under me
And I am pulled back into reality.
The ocean has betrayed me and pulled me under.
I am disoriented and it causes me to panic
Should I struggle for the air,
or give in to my biggest fear?
Must I fight to stay alive, to remain part of the living?
To stay alive, in a world so unforgiving?
As I struggle to breathe and give a final shout
I give in to the ocean and realize as it swallows me
air is the one thing I can’t live without.