Lonely Waters

Water; Everywhere, yet barely there. I thought I was going to fall into— through— this cold emptiness. Submerged, suffocated and no one would notice. So I clung on to the edge of the pool. My mother told me to let go, I told me to let go. Sinking, a sinking feeling, suspended in a lonely place, bounded by these fragile walls so easily crossed over. My vision went blurry, all I could see was my fingers still clinging on.