drowning

You look into the ocean waters
and what is it you see?
more than a dozen creative fish
swimming by so freely and alive

So much life underneath the sea
It breaks my heart not to be,
to be able to visualize the beauty
only blackness and water drowning me

If I could be allowed to flow
openly with the creature beneath
would I still be sad or could I be happy?
do these fish have emotions, I often ponder

Is life under the sea
really as beautiful as it seems
or is it just another route of escape
that I love to take inside my mind?
SEG

*Most of the poetry posted on my website was written during my teens and twenties. There are a few exceptions but typically I find myself wanting to journal regularly and write poetry if inspired. Poetry has been my therapist during many trying times. I have decided to post these poems because it reflects my history with suicidal depression and the struggles I encountered trying to cope with life and depression.