Desperate for Air

Everything is a struggle

Bobbing in the undercurrent of life

Wearing the finest attire

With friends watching unknowingly from the shore

But, that doesn’t change the fact that I’m drowning

Fleeting moments I think I’m surfacing

Then a mouthful of seawater is a reality check

Somehow, I know I’ll make it

“She’s strong”

“She’s resilient”

But the thing is…

I don’t see *how*