Plotting world domination one poem at a time...
Wow...I'm glad for the happy ending.
Mary, I can really FEEL this poem. Made me gasp for air. Glad to, at the end, be able to breathe. Well written.
Sums up the desperation of fighting for survival when the deck's stacked against you.
i never chose this ocean...do we ever get to choose them...i guess sometimes but far too often we find the ones we did not...i too am glad for the turn to freedom in the end...
"I struggle, then escape"the most important part!Love this...and I do not know how I missed your FB page but I have liked it now :) Here is mine if you are interested:facebook.com/magicinthebackyard
It's a choice to live life and breathe in freedom. Very nice write ~
well I just really appreciate this piece. I discuss/use the concept of death and rebirth in my poetry a lot, and love when I see others use it in their own way. The fact that in the front half you refer to the waiting arms of death, you speak about inevitability- the never chose this fate/never chose this ocean-is just awesome- which is the pivot- refusing to accept that inevitability/breathing in life. Outstanding. Thanks
Breathe, the reason to breathe can sometimes escape us. So glad you found it in the second stanza. A very powerful and compact read. Enjoyed it very much.
If you think about it death by drowning is a terrible way to die. This captures that terror.
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