The Choice

You dropped me in the middle of a huge body of water and I’m treading water, no land in sight.

You are nowhere to be found.

It’s all I can do to keep on. I am so tired.

I want to stop, succumb, let the water rush into my lungs; fill the void in me that has been there ever since I can remember; float to the bottom; sleep.

But wants and reality are two different things, and I’m not built that way.

And so I tread harder, faster; start to swim; use every ounce of energy I have to stay afloat and move forward.

Before long I have made it to the shore.

I am weary, exhausted, cold and sick, but grateful and proud of myself that I have come this far.

The tide comes in and nips at my heels as I try to recover.

One last reminder of where I’ve just been.

It goes out, and with it the memory of where I will never be again.

I prefer dry land now, it is safer;
And easier to breathe.

J Rounds ©2014 ~Peaces of me

the choice

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