Swimming

             Under then up where I'm gasping for air. Swallowed here by these oceans that take me under for a time. Under then up and I'm breathing a little each time with each prison broken, the surface pierced by my suffocating soul. 


             In small steps I am swimming from the depths, no longer swallowed by these oceans that enslaved, though still feeling the weight of imprisonment as skies enter my view. The oceans of failure and shame motivates me to swim, spurring me on toward the shore where clarity and healing are found from the fall that once bound me.

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