The Jabberwock

deep down below, the force weighed me down.

 I lay down on an ocean floor unsure if I could free myself of things I couldn’t see. 

I was suffocated, yet did not move to the surface.

why could it have been me that the ocean hated, that the ocean pressed so heavy against.

 Was It that I was weak? or that I’ve never been enough? 

deep down below, the loneliness had surfaced over, even when I had gone deep.

The ocean moved while I stayed immobilized, reflecting life while I reflected death.

 I still couldn’t see what kept me so sunken to a space far from reach. 

When will this end? Is it just in my head?

Deep down below, I wanted to see if there was still something left in me.

 A current, the current passed by me, and I couldnt help but reach my hand.

To feel, to touch, to see.

The tips of my fingers brushed against the current and I was swept up to the surface.

I was no longer sunken.

High up above, the force pushed me up

I felt the weight come off of me, I was free.

I didnt want to sink anymore I wanted to fly.

Just like the birds in the sky.

Then I woke up, I was home.

I finally realized it wasnt real just in my head just my thoughts.

And I wept. I wept until my eyes burned.

But I stood and began to walk,head high not knowing what was next 

 to face truths, to not be sunken again.