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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() 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 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 Comments are closed.
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