Buoyancy

drifting aimlessly

unaware

i am searching

for an anchor

seeking stability

grasping for groundedness

clinging

to anything

or anyone

that offers me relief

form the greif

of the turbulence

i fear

resisting release

until i am torn

and tossed

forced to fight

for breath

continuing my battle

for control

reaching exhaustion

with no choice left

i rest

to realize

i float

PoetryBri McComeskey