Waves of Depression by Alexa Rasnick (14, New York)

​The waves knock against my back leaving a slight sense of burning
It becomes a rhythm of pain and a burden against my consciousness
The clouds start to spread until the sky turns an ominous gray
Waves get larger and their foamy white tops turn into sharp daggers stabbing the water 

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A strong powerful wave curls over and hits my head with unpredictable force
The impact thrusts me deep under the blue surface
Where the water turns black and no light can reach
I go into combat with the liquid I can no longer recognize
Punching, piercing and pummeling at something invisible till I reach the surface
The salty air fills my lungs with a cold aftershock
Giving me the ability to loosen my limbs and close my eyes
The tranquil moment making me oblivious to the pull of another wave
Until the crash drives me into the darkness
Away from the beloved exterior of the ocean
Deeper deeper deeper until the shock of the sandy bottom hits my back
A swirl of sand flies around my head distracting me from the silence
There is too much pressure holding me captive to the floor to fight back
Trapped to the sandy bottom I lay still
Alone.
I choose to stop fighting. Let the dark water enclose me in its depths
To disappear.
The pressure of thousands of tons of water rests on my shoulders
When the darkness starts to swallow me I let the last bubble escape from my lips
The last shimmer of light in this dark atmosphere