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The water rises over my head, as I sink to the bottom...
My Worst Fears:

Deep Waters

4/6/2004
The water rises above my head,
As I sink to the bottom.
I see sunlight fading away;
The water around me is getting darker.
I see people swimming above me,
The refractions and light, making the surface,
Look like a shattered mirror in motion.
Sounds fade away like;
They are at the other end of a very long tunnel.
I can’t breath. And I can’t swim.
My arms reach up towards sun & air,
But there is nothing to save me.
It seems like slow motion,
How far will I slide till I hit bottom,
And what then?
I did not see my life flash before my eyes –
I was only three – not much of a life to flash.
It was like the asthma I was born with,
Suddenly robbed of my air!
But always before there had been hands,
And people grabbing me, carrying me,
And trying to attend to my needs.
Here at the bottom of the lake, I am alone.
And I am cold. But I am oddly serene.
I am drowning.
3/17/2004

"There was a child went forth every day, and the first object he looked upon and recieved with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became... And that object became part of him for the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years." Walt Whitman