I hate that i had to involuntarily dive into the murky ocean water, I didn't choose to be this way. To be cursed by my own flesh and blood.

I wish i had learned to swim, in this situation, it'd help alot right about now.

But since i didn't, the demons of my own mind, their vicious faces, their vice-like grip on my ankle, YANKING me down, was my bible, my light, and all i knew.

The chill of the my body being dragged through the dark, cold water i this patch of sea, was the only earth that once spun under my feet.

The constant pull of the sinking tide, not allow ing my escape, was the way i always thought i'd be.

I was always pretty damn sure the without the chemicals seeping into my ocean, tainting my water, but nevertheless pushing me up, i'd sink...be pulled down.

But with my new positive mind set I've learned to tread, I've tossed myself a life vest, and paddled to shore. The light, the happiness radiating from my soul led the way. And i love the salty sea air stinging my throat, the light burning my eyes, the sand scalding my skin, cause' i thought i'd never see it.