By Courtney Walters
i slipped my head over the water,
the first time in months
that i could reathe without almost drowning.
the air tasted stale. maybe it was me,
maybe i just wasn't used to being alive.
my limbs kept moving though,
i made my way to shore and felt solid ground,
so firm under my feet,
holding me up as i stood in awe of golden hour,
the first one that brought me joy.
i had a thought, so fleeting,
i am not even sure it was real:
you deserve to be here