I've made the dive,
taken the leap,
pushed off from the ledge.
Gusto great.
Eyes set.
Hopes high in going low.
Now I'm thrashing
losing strength.
Struggling.
Afraid I've bitten off more than I can chew.
Memory of breathing keeps me sane.
The world above becomes an Eden.
I'm lost in the cold dark depths.
Do I surrender, float to the top, and breathe the clean, long-awaited breath of life?
Or instead do I fight harder, and failing, find instead, I can breathe underwater?
