Dragged along my depths just to feel the rocks of my anguish.

I can’t see the surface, but I know I’m there.

I can’t drown no matter how hard I struggle and kick.

Whalesong doctors moan for me to share.

I’m not going anywhere not matter what direction I’m pulled.

You can watch for the bubbles to stop, but it’s a marathon to behold.

© J. M. Blaine