Resurfacing is hard

There’s no applause or accolades for “should have been doing that anyway”

Yet, there’s this need to inhale after every exhale

You’re yourself alone, but ecstatic that you found the will to swim up

Now you search the horizon and realize how far you drifted while submerged

Yes, infinitely overwhelmed, but riding the high of “I can do this”, you set sight for land

Maybe you make some progress, but you’re aware that you’ll never make it on adrenaline alone

But you have very few options now, but a little more hope and a little more motivation

So you float, and you tread water, and you drift again… slowly

But this time with a purpose, a direction

You’re going home slowly and only somewhat surely

Everyday the sun goes down, but you make a promise not to follow it

And every night the moon comes to check on you

As you say hello and goodbye day by day you keep watch of the surface

You remind yourself that there’s much below you, dangerously welcoming

But you were made for land, you survived the sea, but that’s not where you belong

No more reckless dives assuming you can live with the fish

You don’t belong there

So you float, and you tread water, and you drift again… slowly

But this time with a purpose, a direction

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