I am drowning, not drowning
I am choking, drowning, struggling
There is a bag around my head
Nostrils flaring all air sucked out
Sucked out of the bag
Sucked out of me, drowning
Struggling against the bag
The river is fast
Its depths vast, with me drowning
Carried by the current, away
dragged down to its bottom
My guilt and pain anchors
dragging me down in the bag
How does this end?
How can it end?
I suffer, I am suffering
I grope and grasp
reaching above me, struggling
My hands grasp at objects above
Straws
Straw rafts to my rescue
I sink, drowning clinging
To my straw rafts
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wow...
the repetition almost got to me, but i think ultimately it jst adds to the rhythm.
I can just say wow as well...
I think it was c.s lewis who said we are what we believe we are...you reached 4 that straw (i know you felt like u were drowing with the straw raft) but you in reaching u became a Survivor...u fought
Your writing is really good... At first i despaired 2 but then...maud u have a talent!
reaching out and finding nothing
Keep breathing
Start floating
Be your salvation: tear the bag off with every thing in you that needs oxygen.
Straw rafts?!? Can they help? What are the things we hold on to in life? I wonder...
These are very deep words...
Peace and Calm follow...
It's amazing how straw rafts can save some...yet drown some...
wow
it's been 2 years, come back to us!
IN NIGERIA WE ALWAYS SAY, YOU HAVE TRIED,
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