swimming

swimming

Your toxic positivity is lethal

putting back up the walls

that were to be brought down

Claustrophobia seizes me ,

dizzy with the fear of being

enslaved

Slave to the emotions

that were meant to be hidden

Buried with graves

resurfacing,

through memories and people

Claustrophobic from being alive underneath

the place where people rest

But why am I still so restless?

Of drowning with the pain,

or being brought down

by rivers of tears?

Like a mirage, it beckons,

but never quite quenches

the rising drought in my throat