Your lungs
are drenched.
Through
blurry eyes you gaze toawrds the distant surface.
Once again
dispair encompasses you.
The life
is draining from your body.
Your mind
is in utter chaos.
Only the
negative remains.
There is
nothing left to help you float to the surface.
All happiness
is gone.
Blindly,
with a final effort,
you strive
to reach the surface.
Only you
sink further in a wallow of self-pity.
Just as
your body goes limp, a hand reaches through the cold, black emptiness and
warmly leads you to the surface.
Slowly,
regaining consciousness,
narrow
slits reveal a smiling face huddling over you
Comforting
and tending to your every wound.
The healing
process has begun,
Realization
there is someone in this immense ocean,
Who cares
and will always walk beside you .
Over time,
only scars will remind of the horrible pain.
Someone to lean on with the strength to confront your fears
and problems will never leave your side.
Never again will you be succumbed by the tidal wave.
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