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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