I swim in waters deeper than the sea

The choice was not mine

For you threw me

The current is strong, but swim I do

For I won’t reach my end here

I refuse to give that satisfaction to you

As the surface nears, chains drag me down

I’ve seen the sunlight on my face

But I wear the darkness as my crown

I continue to fight, though I’ll never prevail

I swim and I swim

Knowing that I’m designed to fail

I often write to process my emotions; this poem was written about ableism. Ableism can feel like you are drowning, fighting it, but get sucked back down as soon as you feel like you are getting your head above water.