Immersion

As a kid

I loved swimming

It was something 

That made me happy

 

As I grew

My love 

For immersion 

Became fear

 

As I realized

The mental horror

Of drowning 

In your own 

Pool of sadness

 

My happiness

Became clouded

An emptiness

In my soul

 

'You need help'

You told me the day

I immersed myself

In my own darkness

 

What was help?

A mark of a pen,

claiming me

to be 

insane?

 

I didn't understand 

How I could be helped 

I believed

It was useless

 

Yet I came 

To the understanding

Not reaching out

Was useless

 

What was help?

Nothing prescriptions

Could cure

But something

I had to learn 

 

For myself.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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