tired of trying.

to conquer the sea was

a goal long ago

now a mere wish

futile attempts

you once gritted your teeth

with a firm resolve

you believed you could fly

but instead you

plummeted down below

time and time again

everyone else above

glided

higher

and higher

while you dwelled in the

fathomless

depths

of the

ocean

forever

and ever...

and ever.

-

sick of crying.

failure

time and time

again

hopeless

worthless

hot salty stinging tears

but what does it matter?

in the great vast sea

what do you matter?

get a grip!

on a rock

last hope, but once again

tumbling down below

unattainable, indeed.

as a cry escapes

exhale

water gushing in

becoming limp

its the end.

-

but im smiling!

i’m floating up

ascending

breaking the shimmering sparkling surface

alas,

sweet oxygen!

gulp

finally, fuel

wings start to sprout

could this be it?

finally taking flight

in sheer delight

thinking of another breeze

what a wonderful sight

flying floating fluttering flitting

among the others...

or rather

soaring higher!