
I feel as though
it’s somehow my fault
to be in this position.
Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.
Perhaps this is simply
the way my life on the surface
is meant to unfold.
Whatever the truth is,
or isn’t,
I choose to believe
that the position I am in
is the position in which
I am meant to be.
Deep down,
no matter how I perceive it,
this position does not touch me.
I am perfectly safe
in my stillness
underneath the waves.
Trail Wood,
5/7



































