Submerged
Days like these, I’m restless
overthinking every detail
sinking on the inside with weight of past decisions,
career paths, life trajectories
sending me spiraling
wondering how it all could be different
how I could be someone else entirely.
I cling to things I’m sure I got right
like my kids, my partner, a dog as neurotic as me,
being a steward of this land,
and all the amazing humans I am privileged to know
who do work to make life better for everyone
keep my head above water with hope
tomorrow won’t be one of these days,
but instead a day when I feel light
like I could float above the hills with happiness
for all the small good things in this world
So, I kick my feet, grin, and
push my way through these murky waters.
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“So, I kick my feet, grin, and
push my way through these murky waters.” Yes, you do! Love how you bring this all back to the title.
Agreed – I especially love the image in the last stanza of kicking to the surface – very evocative!