• Deep, dark, rolling, black waves of tourment crash over us
    The surfface seems so far away
    We feel as though we get dragged down
    Further and further and further
    Never able to see sunlight again
    We thrash our arms
    Our legs
    Our whole body upward..but it seems useless
    Then, you realize..the key to getting out of this
    All of us have it
    Its called strength
    We pull at it
    Pulling harder and reaching till it encases us
    The waves above become bluer
    Until they are almost clear..
    That's where we reach the surfface
    As we do,
    We gasp for air
    Crisp, clean air
    Filling our lungs,
    With freedom