The glow fades as I push towards the murky depths,
I have left the surface, testing myself,
How well do I know my limits?
Will this be my last breath as I continue downward
Downward, away from the warmth giving light.
I pass the fish, coral, and rocks on my downward travels,
The water here has not received the blessing of light,
Cold, and colder my mind and body disconnect,
Numb, I no longer feel my legs kicking, driving me deeper.
Like in a dark room visions of the bottom become clear,
Only a few feet away, I will my arm and see it stretch out,
A flurry of mud and pebbles shoot up as my hand touches the bottom.
The shear cold of the bottom wakes me from the low oxygen,
Listening to an inner voice to save myself,
I use the bottom to pulse upward, back to the surface,
Back to a world with warmth, light, and air.
I pass the rocks, coral and fish on my travel upward,
A halo of light surrounds me as I ascend,
I begin to question to which light am I swimming towards,
Did I really touch the