Changing Tides

"This will always be your home."

The world, my world has

been flipped upside down

in the eighteen turns

the moon took since I was

last thrown out in the

ocean without a paddle.

Back then, an iron chain

linked me to an anchor,

dragging me into the cold,

deep water. My peripherals

blurred and darkened,

my breath diminished

under the increasing pressure.

I was scared, looking for

someone to save me, pull me

from the ocean. Breaking

the chain was impossible

because my muscles and

motor neurons were failing.

All I could do is

continue swimming with

the hope that I could

slip the links holding

me under. I didn't know

how much longer I could