A Fight For My Life

Water rushes,
rams into my head.
As I am pulled under,
as I am raced to
by each tiny, salt-filled drop of water.
They want to help me,
they say.
To take me away for good.
To put me out of this
life of misery.


Misery never earned.
Misery never gained.
Misery never heard of.
Misery never even seen.

My eyes,
now the color of the sea,
are wide open.
As I thrash and choke,
sputturing words I shouldn't.


I am fighting.
Fighting for my life.

I struggle as I continue this head on battle,
with someone, always bigger than me.
The ocean.
He's stronger, faster, and almost perfect.
Almost perfect.


He lacks the sense of a heart,
the tugging feeling of emotion,
the hard blow of love,
as it knock you off your feet.

But I,
just a young girl,
nothing more than a dot in the sea,
have everything that this ocean has and lacks.

The thick fog now growing clearer,
th bubbles start to escape,
a powerful rush,
as I twist and turn,
making my self sink to the 8ft bottom,
and with all my might,
push myself out and away,
from a killer.
Anyone's nightmare.

-Jordan DeShazo

Foot note: From that day on, I have never been to the ocean again, for I fear that I will be swallowed again. But today in life, I'm always thinking how lucky I am, to have realized what most people don't. The most tiniest of things can make an overpowering difference to he largest things known to man.