Coming up for air




PHOTO BY: Engin Akyurt



What were we hanging on to way down there?

Don’t know about you but I know, I’m coming up for air

I’m coming up to take a long breath, to let go of this uncomfortable bind

To seek the air that we all share, in the ocean blood that keeps us kind.

What were we getting in to way down there?

All that thrashing about.

In the cold, wet dark, we couldn’t light a spark

Don’t know about me but you know, you’re coming up for air.

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writer and eternal optimist
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