I want to walk upon the waters, but it seems so inviting.
I may just tumble down to the depths and feel my last breath.
I want to lay on the ocean floor.
I want to watch as my last breath rises to the surface without me.
I want to feel the pressure from all the water above against my skin.
I want to feel in place; feel like I belong.
I wish to lay upon the ocean floor.
I wish to see that breath rise without me.
I wish to feel the pressure that makes me feel so secure.
I wish though I wish.
I will walk upon the waters.
I will break through the surface along with my breath.
I will escape the pressures that put me in my place.
I will watch as my lungs fill with air again and again.
I will rise.