Swimming in the ocean

And feeling the waves and their rolling motion.

As the sun kisses my skin and the water carries my body

I feel as if I am flying.

As I soar my legs are ripped from under me

And I am pulled back into reality.

The ocean has betrayed me and pulled me under.

I am disoriented and it causes me to panic

Should I struggle for the air,

or give in to my biggest fear?

Must I fight to stay alive, to remain part of the living?

To stay alive, in a world so unforgiving?

As I struggle to breathe and give a final shout

I give in to the ocean and realize as it swallows me

air is the one thing I can’t live without.