waves.

it comes in waves.

some days the waves are calm.

i can breathe the fresh air into my open lungs.

sway side to side with weightless shoulders.

walk about with floating ankles.

and the warmth covers my soul just only before the storm happens.

and next the waves are a tsunami.

being thrown under water, between waves with no chance to reach the surface to catch a single breathe of air.

the weight pounding me down, struggling to not crumble.

chains pulling at my ankles, removing all ability of my legs to fight for my life.

my lungs collapsing under extreme pressure without oxygen to fill inside.

my head pounding as the oxygen levels drop in my blood stream.

i want, i need, to gasp for air.

but i’ll certainly drown.

so i hold on, waiting for the tsunami to pass or something to save me and give me a breathe of air.

knowing at some point the waves will calm, but soon the cycle would repeat again.