Proza

I will not sink.  I may be in so far over my head that I honestly cannot tell which way is up, but I’m still swimming.  I am not giving up.  I will find my way out.  I may almost drown – I may actually drown – but I will not sink.  I will not go out with a whimper of distress – I will go out with a scream of triumph because I have found the top – the edge – the end of it all.  I have found what I have been searching for…have you?
So, yeah, I might not be “okay”, I might not be “sane”, but I am still here.  I am still trying my best – why can’t you see that my best is good enough for me?  It might not be good enough for you, but I’m here and that’s enough for me.
I’m underwater and drowning fast, but I’m not sinking.  I’m not giving up.  I’m not sucking in water to make the pain less.  I’m not hoping for death.  I’m not hoping for an easy way out  because I know better.  I know that you can’t win without a little (or a lot) of struggle and that burning in my lungs is the fire in my soul keeping me going, giving me the hot air I need to find my way up to the surface where I can breathe easy again and see the sun.
The water is dark and cold, but I know the sun is at the top of this mess and I’m on my way to finding it.  I can’t be beaten down.  I can’t be pushed far enough back to keep me from trying.  You  can try to break me, but you’ll fail because even though I may be bent, I’m not broken.  I’m stronger than anyone knows and I can do this.