Swailing in Deep Blue Liquid

In a glass~

A deep blue liquid~

Melds murky as glue~

As some of us swail~

To reach the surface for air~

Struggling, suffocating with~

Circumstances we can not bear to do.

We are fleered and flayed by many~

As they do not understand~

Their severe criticism~

Hinders our flailing more~

In the deep blue liquid ~

A tall flask of sickly sweet quicksand.

We do matter~

We are not beyond hope~

We must keep fighting on~

Even though fraught with problems~

We must squirm to the surface~

Swailing for the oxygen~

Out of the deep blue~

With anything logical to keep us stoked!

Together we are not alone~

As we use our giving hearts to climb~

Supporting each other~

Out of the thick deep blue slime.

We swail with each other~

To float to the top~

Giving each other the well~

Needed proper props~

With passed on knowledge~

Sharing well learned wisdom~

Deep blue liquid~

Becoming not as thick~

Helping us putting our aloneness to a stop~

To the quick!

Soon there is no glass~

Holding us captive~

As deep blue liquid dries~

From our own bright lights~

No more swailing needs to be done~

Now our lives slowly~

Become more pleasant and fun.

By Lisa J. Warner AKA Lisa Luv

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