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This poem talks about severe anxiety. If you are uncomfortable with that, please do not read this. 
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Sometimes, it feels like I’m drowning.

And on this particular sunny day,
I actually was. 

I was drowning in the noise from the endless cascades of voices, 
Being pulled out further into the sea by the currents of flesh and bone, 
Being smothered by scents and colors. 

I was drowning in an ocean of teardrops and shame, 
Bodies being pushed and pulled, 
Wanted to touch something, but never each other. 
Wanting to hold on, but always having to let go. 

This morning, I was thrown overboard. 
No life vest, no arm floaties. 
I was left on my own, 
Sharks surrounding me 
As sorrow choked me and filled my lungs. 

This afternoon, 
I found some driftwood I could cling to.  
But two hours of endless floating, 
Salt souring in my mouth, 
Birds biting my fingers and fish nipping at my toes, 
I let go. 

And tonight, 
When the only thing around me was inky, unending blackness,
I surfaced to the see the stars. 
I saw the Big and Little Dippers, 
I spotted Orion’s Belt
I admired the bright North Star, 
And it all reminded me of home. 

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