I was never taught to swim.

 

I feel like I am drowning. Silently burning underwater

every time I try to breath, I remember 

I must conserve my air. 

Force it back. 

 

Stay alive for just a little longer. 

My tears burn with the salt water, untouched. 

Hidden, 

submerged. 

Too late to try to float  

Too late to learn how to swim. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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