I waded into the brisk blue water
despite of
or because of
my inability to swim
sun-swept memories
prove too sparse to rely on
for warmth
and I’ve been cold
too long
so I kept walking
slowly
until my toes no longer touched
the ocean floor
finding my body
if not my spirit
buoyant
i continued
to inch further into
the deep
thoughts of drowning
entered my mind
yet did nothing
to deter my progress
I turned to see the shore
far behind me
the beach speckled
with what i assume
were once people
if I went under
no one could reach me
growing tired, I waited
for one last sunset
and as the sun met the ocean
I stopped all movement
willing my existence to pass
I closed my eyes
as i felt the water
closing in
over my head
waiting for the searing pain
that comes from breathing saline
yet
suddenly I was floating
the ocean had spat me back out
it seems even Death didn’t want me
~Melanie Blackwell
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