Drowning Child by E.L.

​As the living water swallows the whole of us slowly pulling us into its belly. We search for our voice but can only find the lack of air and panic. What a test we've got ourselves into. Why would we dive in? Quickly we seek our options as desperation settles, looking up into the light and our father's hand. What is this life? so many beautiful currents pulling and twisting us this way and that, filling every moment with a brilliance unfathomable to the spectrum of our consciousness. At this moment only in the struggle is it clear. We can see the light and our fathers hand within it, a clear path where only shallow water and small bubbles like parables block our reach but we fear his worried grasp and the salvation from our dire state, instead we search in the far distance something new and uncertain. We learn a new thing floating away from the familiar,
and in it we reach our motionless fate
lost in a strange and unnatural state
disconnected from what once gave us breath.
Death