Here I am in the water.
Surrounded by H2O, I tread alone.
There is no place to go.
I am stuck.
I can swim, but to where?
I can tread, but for how long?
I am isolated from the world; alone with my thoughts.
A world that won’t stop for me
A world that doesn’t know me.
The water flows cold against my skin.
I can’t fight this power, this current; it is just too strong.
I am becoming weak, losing more strength will each wave that passes over me.
That wave will reach someplace; it has a destination.
I do not. I am an endless map, which will never be found.
I am falling deeper, losing sight of the world.
My lips are blue under the water.
My nose is frost below the sea.
My eyes lay above the ocean to witness its beauty.
I take in my last glimpse of a world I used to be a part of.
What lives underneath me is a mystery.
But it is no mystery I will not live amongst them.
The cold seeps into my body, into my mind.
My mind freezes; my memories are blowing away with the wind.
I watch the wind and see my loved ones leaving me, moving on.
But I’m stuck.
The cold is getting to me now; ice freezes slowly up my legs.
My time is running out.
There is no one here, no one to make the cold warmer.
No one to melt the ice that is whelming me, that is becoming me.
I am no longer somebody, I am frost.
I am just a speck in the blue.
I am just another story that will go untold.
I am just too cold.
I am just too weak.
I am just lonely.
My identity has been washed away with the waves.