All these months I’ve been struggling
 with a ball of chains, my health problems;
 trying to drown me.
  Now and then giving me enough leeway to make it to the surface;
only to drag me back in this sea of pain.

I stopped trying to swim to the surface,
I stopped fighting these chains pulling me down.

Slowly, one step at a time,
I start to walk across this ocean floor

I don’t need oxygen,
I don’t need to breathe

I only need to focus,
I only need to get control
over my health issues

And one day,
Maybe next week,
Maybe next month;
I don’t even care if it takes me longer

I will fight these waves,
I will step away from these waters,
I’m going to lose the ball of chains
And be able to live again
…