Gulping and grasping as I clamber upwards.
Scratching and clawing through the water.
My arms are above my head, pulling, struggling
reaching for the calm above, that must be there.

Kicking and flaying my legs below as the
sinuous mud clings to my soles and
pulls me backward into it's wet mass
of a dark world that is surely there.

Will someone rescue me as I open my eyes
to the surface, above a glimpse of light, that
temporarily appears until the grey clouds
gather to quash the sunlight, was it real?

Anyone! reach down to me and show me
the way upwards into the unknown future.
As the immense pressure is crushing me.
I feel the froth is sliding out of reach, I can't feel.

Suspended, floating, no longer moving.
My body is carried away into the abyss
of a tormented mind, as my eyes no
longer flicker and my senses dull, i'm dying.

Laughing and singing they reach up to me.
Eyes bright, full of mirth and innocence.
In that moment I am clutched back from
death and reborn anew, upwards flying.

I am in control. Breathing, thinking,
solving the ground ahead. Although
rocky and treacherous, I will guide
them into the future with a steady hand.

They lean on me, yet uplift me to a
higher place. Out of the swirling grey
waters, to an island of colour and warmth.
I am their rock, we are a special land.

As I listen to their merriment, I glimpse
over the edge and see the waves of despair
crashing at my feet, it seems so far
down. I may fall, but not now. I am secure.

They have my ankles, they hold me still.
I am planted into the soil firmly.
I lean out and look down, but will
not fall. Not today, not now - that is for sure.

Deep, nice poem though.

thanks