Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Straw Rafts

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

12 comments:

Afrobabe said...

wow...

Rayo said...

the repetition almost got to me, but i think ultimately it jst adds to the rhythm.

Ms Sula said...

I can just say wow as well...

Shubby Doo said...

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

Shubby Doo said...

Your writing is really good... At first i despaired 2 but then...maud u have a talent!

tami said...

reaching out and finding nothing

Nigerian Drama Queen said...

Keep breathing
Start floating
Be your salvation: tear the bag off with every thing in you that needs oxygen.

Rita said...

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...

Jennifer A. said...

It's amazing how straw rafts can save some...yet drown some...

Kafo said...

wow

Anya Posh said...

it's been 2 years, come back to us!

Simbi Walker said...

IN NIGERIA WE ALWAYS SAY, YOU HAVE TRIED,