I wish I could say it was peaceful down here. I want something to pull me back up. But what? Free falling deep down, sinking in my thoughts is what's making me drown.
Fear says, "you're too weak, you don't stand a chance."
Doubt says,"It's not worth it, you're better off down here."
Anger says, "Here you will stay, lost, mean and afraid."
Suddenly, an anchor drops. A hand shoots down and the sinking stops. Latching on so tight, pulling me up effortlessly towards the blue skies and warm sunlight. Slowly regaining consciousness. All is a blur, and all I want now is to look my savior in the eyes.
Here I am, standing all alone. Starring at the sign: "Me, myself, and I, on duty at all times."
