Sunday, November 8, 2015

PAD 8 Submerged

Up for Air

“I’ve never been depressed,”
you said that first summer.
I thought that a marvelous thing.
I had struggled with the blues
most of my high school years.
Some time into our marriage,
came winds, rains, and waves.
You submerged into the depths.
They say don’t let a drowning man
grab you, that’s true.
We both dwelt beneath the surface
praying someone would see air bubbles.
They did, but no one
could teach us to swim.
We developed gills,
until we could tread water.
Now, after all this time,
we occasionally doggy paddle,
but more often than not
we get along
swimmingly.

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