I’ve been so wrapped up lately.
In something that I can’t see but I can feel it, I’m scared.
If I’m being honest I’m not really sure what it is that I’m scared of.
I feel like I’ve been thrown into the middle of the sea, but I forgot how to swim.
The water around me is thick and heavy..it’s taking over my senses and surroundings.
I can’t move but I don’t really want to either. My mind tells me to drop everything and run.
To leave it all.
Leaving…something I’m so good at.
That’s a contradicting statement because I’m the one who always gets left behind. Though I’ve always had an amazing talent for cutting people off without a hesitation, for some reason you’re not one of them. Anymore that is.
I feel like we’re dipping our toes in the water but run away from the waves each time they approach us.
I’m waist deep in the ocean and I can’t help but wonder where do you stand?
Are you ankle deep? Are you drowning?
Maybe you haven’t even set a foot in the water.
Some become fearful of the depths of the ocean, I know I am. If I cant see the bottom nor can I touch it then I suddenly don’t feel welcome.
You never know what may come along and pull you away from it all, pull you deeper into the darkness.
Saltwater fills my lungs as I struggle to breathe and my eyes become clouded with the darkness that surrounds me.
Then it stops.
The darkness becomes light.
I can suddenly breathe again…
I’m not scared anymore, sometimes you just have to float along with the waves.
Take it all day by day and I think I’m okay with that.