Swim/Sink

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Little Rambles

Somedays I feel every emotion there ever was

Beating in my chest

Pumping in my veins.

Somedays I don’t feel anything at all.

The numbness closes in

Water fills my lungs

I’ve forgotten how to breath

I’ve forgotten to swim.  

Some mornings my tongue becomes possessed

Endless ideas cascade out of me,

Millions of thoughts dance in my head. 

Some afternoons my mouth is glued shut

And the giant block of ice sitting on my chest

Won’t let me think a single thought.

 

The sun rises high over my wavering window

Lights shines through and the ice begins to melt

A hummingbird heart replaces the frozen emptiness 

And I begin to swim.

 

Darkness glooms around every corner

And quickly drags me in

There is no moon to guide me

And I begin to sink.

 

Swimming 

and 

Sinking

Sinking 

and 

Swimming

 

Fearless free spirit climbing towards the…

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