Posted in Life and After

Tired

Tired, arms aching, I push myself further in water.

“Stop struggling,” my brain reminds me, “Just float, would you?”

I can not!

Around me, bodies lie supine, floating, listless, un-dead;

Staring at the stars, waiting for them to move; waiting…

Just waiting…

What stars would do once they do move, they wouldn’t know that.

Eyes glazed out; their smile is one of memory not hope

of future…

Waves push around un-struggling wherever, whenever.

They float along, no questions asked, no dreams to nurture.

Just wait till…

I should give up swimming too; easier to float away.

Water is heavier on my arms with each passing day.

I would not!

Lost and tired and nowhere now, I choose my own course.

Drown soon I might, that would be my choice, no star decides

my life’s shore!