Swimming Pool

Suspended in the cold, dark, deep pool of something.

I don’t understand.

I am not familiar.

But I am paralyzed.

Not in fear,
But in hopelessness.

It is thick and holds me still

Keeps my head submerged in this liquid that is slowly sifting

Every ounce of will power I had saved in reservation to help me
Want to fight against forces like this.

Today I want to succumb
because no one will notice anyways.

So I let the liquid fill my lungs
and pull my body into its depth.

The irony was I only needed to stand up at the shallow end of the swimming pool.

 

 
©AyalaRain