To fight the tide I’m trying.
I am going nowhere.
My lungs scream for air.
And as the forces strengthen
Against my own will,
My soul becomes frightened,
Beyond any thrill.
After fighting the fight,
I lose all my might,
I lose all faith
That I’ll escape my fate.
Will I death deceive?
Is this something
I should believe?
With all these doubts
I fear I won’t get out.
Get out alive, get free,
A future I can longer see.
At last my soul can rest,
After I’ve been put to the test,
I succeeded.
I didn’t drown.
I survived.
Cátia Ribeiro
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