I can’t breathe.
They tell me it’s easy.
They tell me it’s natural.
They tell me inhale,
But how can you breathe when you are drowning?
How can you breathe below the surface?
Wading beneath the waters,
watching the colors dance on the viscous curvature,
“See how easy?”
They jeer as they dance between
the crests of the waves.
I want so badly to break the surface.
If only …
I stretch my desperate hand upward
grasping at the mosaic sun.
Stretched muscles straining as tendons tear,
but I swear,
my digit can feel
the soft kiss of the wind.