Wondering in Water

I can see my reflection staring at me,
when I look down at the waves.
It feels that I don’t know exactly who I am.
I don’t see myself; I see a version of myself.
A distorted image that is almost scary; it’s bad for my health.

I am confined when alone with my thoughts.
A fish out of water, except I did not get caught.
I feel like I’m drowning and succumbing to the water.
Let it take me, let it shape me, though it can’t break me; I won’t falter.

I try to take a breath, but it feels like death.
I’m breathing in toxins, like chlorine in my chest.
These currents may be rough, but they do not give me stress.
Sometimes I think that life is just one humongous quest.

I’m searching for the answers, knowing that I am in a drought.
When I’m watching the rain, I can’t help but pout.
As I hear the earth crying, hearing she is in despair,
I swallow my tears, knowing that someone else is there.