The Stories of an Immortal

Almost Drowning

For some people, life is full of waves.

Many of them huge, and strong,

And so full of pain.

But others are smaller,

With no need to panic,

Just a breath of fresh air

Before another is coming.

For me, my life is full of storms.

Some of them bigger,

Some of them small,

Some of them mean I can't get out of bed,

Others give me anxiety instead.

My storms are like waves, but subtly different.

Which means I can't relate,

Not completely, to others.

While storms do end,

At all different times,

They always come back,

And don't care that I mind.

This one is never the last,

No matter how hard I wish,

And I think all I can do

Is take a long, deep breath

While just trying to get on with it.