Hope...

Struggling. Yes, I'm

To rise to the top of the water,

A strange black deadly hand keeps,

Dragging me down into the depths again,

And again just not wanting,

For me to have a free breath, 

That I'm longing for.

A day goes, then a week, 

A month goes and a year but, 

I still find myself surrounded,

By that dark cold scary water and,

Freezing myself to death but, 

I couldn't be bothered to drag,

Myself up because whatever,

Hope I had, it was lost in these waters.

Light and warmth, which was all I had, 

Dreamed of, never comes in my way,

No amount of praying and begging, 

Is going to save ever,

But as my breath hitched,

For the first time ever, a little voice,

In my head was awaken and,

All the time kept demanding from me that how,

Had I gotten myself in such a place.

Struggling. Yes, I'm,

Again, to the top of the surface,

But this time not giving up like earlier, 

Fighting the monster of the dark,

With a new found determination,

Exhausting myself, screaming, crying, 

But not losing the ray of hope I clutched for,

The hold of the monster loosened and I, 

Swam the whole way up to the top where,

I finally took my first untroubled breath,

A free breath, without any pain.