I’ve got weights on my ankles
My head is above water
I spit out a mouthful of salt and I wave
There’s a darkness in knowing
My arms could stop rowing
Slip beneath the surf, stop trying to be brave
I could unshackle myself
If I took a breath and dove
Just a few seconds under – or so I think
I don’t swim, I don’t sail
I cling to driftwood, searching
For the North Star. Saying “Take that breath. Don’t sink.”
With Love,
Natalie