A Poem

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

 Courtney Walters

Courtney Walters