Reaching for the Shore
This is a praise poem for my darkest time and a reminder you will make it through this.
When I watch the tide wash over the sand
I wonder sometimes, how I ever made it out alive
When the salt water erases my footsteps from the sand,
I wonder how I survived, how I stand here now…
How did I not get washed away by the waves?
How did I not get erased by the water?
How am I still standing?
When I look at the sea, I think of the darkest parts of my mind.
Just like the sea, they seem welcoming, beckoning yet
Dark. Scary. Evil.
I think back to the times when I couldn’t lift
my head above the water.
When the thoughts,
Much like the waves,
Took away my ability to move.
How the pain,
Like the water,
Took away my ability to breathe.
Deep beneath the water.
Deeper than the Marianas Trench
At a time when the waves were stronger than my mind.
I look back at this time not with hatred or anger, but strength.
Knowing I have made it to the shore now.
So when I look at the water now
I feel more strength than fear
Although some days I do more than just dip my toes in the water
Although some days I feel like I’m drowning again.
I look back at the times when my feet couldn’t even graze the ocean floor
And I realize
I am here now
My feet are in the sand
And
I am here now
About the Creator
Victoria Nicolova
19
Vegan
College student
Mental illness warrior
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