On Drowning

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I've often felt like I'm floundering; out here in the middle of the turbulent sea, arms thrashing, panic building. He always threw me a life preserver, reeled me in, held me safe and tight, calming my frenetic heart. He always rescued me.
Until he didn't....
And the waves rose higher and higher, my cries disappearing into the roar-and into my sinking heart.

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