Treading Water

Standard

treading-water-lucy-olive-design-blog   I hate always talking about my mental illness. I feel like the more time I give it, the more it consumes me. But, on bad days, writing poetry is the only escape I have. It’s the only outlet for all the darkness inside me. When you battle demons by yourself for so long, it’s difficult when a knight in shining armor comes along to help slay those demons. You worry that if you depend on them too long or too much and then they bolt (like they always do), you’re left to fight alone again. I was never one to take help from anyone until my husband came along. It took him a while to break through all my barrriers. The greatest thing my husband has done for me isn’t to fight my demons for me. He’s given me the strength to battle the dragons myself. That has made all the difference to me.

Treading Water

By

Allison Cline-Saia

The first time he saw me fall into the deep end,

he tried to save me from drowning.

He threw me lifeline after lifeline,

but I refused to hang on.

I thrashed about trying to keep my head above water.

Kicking my feet and flailing my arms—

Like a little child during a tantrum.

Finally I realized that all I needed to do to stop myself from drowning

was to put my feet down and stand up.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s