Upon Drowning

Pulling downward, ever faster, Like a screw spiraling through soft wood; I gasp, I reach for invisible hands, that would grab me if they could. An angry grasp upon my soul, has denied me rights to my last breath; And as the surface fades into a steady black, I now surrender unto death. Enveloped now in a new warm light, such as light these eyes have never seen; I'm drawn out of this dying shell, into new realms I've never been. There are beings here almost like me, but somehow seem much more aware; They show me images of my life, and tell me i still have more to share. I'm now transported back into my shell, with new air thrust inside of me; I awake alone on a darkened beach, with the shoreline lapping at my feet. I stagger upright and look for help, but help I don't really need; For the help was given in this second chance, now it's up to me to succeed.