Submerge

So deep is the pain that if I held my breath and dived to reach the bottom I would drown. But at the bottom sits my child waiting to be rescued. Entangled in water weeds, silently she floats battered about by the undrcurrents.

Patiently she waits. She no longer calls for help. Her lips cracked and peeling from the salty water she knows better than to speak, no one will hear. Through milky eyes she looks up for me knowing somewhere up there, there is light.