Floating

Last year, there was a moment when I was drowning.
I struggled, struggled, to stay afloat,
As the waves crashed over me,
Smacking me under the water
Suffocating me.

But then I learned to swim.
And I glided away,
Away,
And I could feel the sun on my back again,
And the wind in my hair,
And I was basking in the cool, gentle flow of the sea.

Now it is this year,
And it is hard.
I am under the waves again.
But I do not thrash or gasp or scream.

I only float.
I feel the waves,
They are pushing me down,
Bashing and battering me.
And I do not fight them,
Not anymore.
They want to break me.
Will I let them?

I am already under the water.
But I am not drowning, or sinking,
Or dying.

I am simply
Suspended.