Exhaustion
i keep thinking
i can swim stronger
hold my breath longer
if i keep pushing
pushing
the harder i kick
i accomplish much
yet find
i can no longer reach the bottom
i am out of my depth
unmoored
i cannot reach the shore
and i have no place to rest
how do i unwind from here
feel the solid ground beneath my feet again
do i continue to kick
or lay back and rest
i am afraid
that i have invited myself
too far out
and i will drown
i have kicked
until i can no longer
now i must hope
that i am seen
and rescued
that the tide that pulled me away
will deliver me home again
and yet i question:
where is safety?
where i can feel the ground beneath my feet, solid and sure?
or where i am challenged at every breath
yet held by the very thing that has the power to kill me?
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