Storm

My life is a storm
And I am drowning in this raging ocean of life.
Waves rising over my head, rain pouring down hard
Thunder crashing...lightning flashing.
My head disappears under the dark, blue waves again.
I reach my hand up hoping someone will see me
Pull me out of the water
Save me from this cold, wet, watery grave.
Someone took my hand and pulled me up.
I open my eyes and who do I see?
I see her staring back at me.
Where did she come from?
How did we meet?
None of that really matters because of this...
We are together and that means more than all those dreary details.
I begin to breathe easier as you pull me above the clouds.
I feel like my hand is slipping...no...couldn't be...
I'm imagining...I can't really be slipping...but it feels like it.
I try to hold your hand tighter.
But our hands are wet from the rain. We couldn't hold on.
My fingers slipped through yours.
It wasn't your fault...you just couldn't hold on...no one could...
I closed my eyes and blindly grabbed for something to hold onto.
Something...anything...just air...no...
I hit the water hard...my whole body stings...
I slip deep beneath the waves.
I try to open my eyes but I just see darkness.
I open my mouth and take a breath of water.
Still I reach for you...my chest exploding.
6 feet under...in the middle of the ocean...
I was buried.  ¶ 11:06 PM