The Almost Dead

leftwriter By leftwriter, 3rd Sep 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Survivors recount their near-death experiences (literal or figurative), and celebrate their collective strength and life.

The Almost Dead

You were drowning

or maybe it was me,



slipping under dark and leaden waves until

one hand brushed by another and caught hold.

The shock of skin ran fast through waking veins,

into the muscles we had lost within our sodden,

beaten selves, and strength poured in.



I took a breath,

or maybe it was yours



dragging into greedy lungs the air that we'd

forgotten, or recalled only wistfully. And

coughing out the brine, we breathed again,

lungs remembering as we practiced giddily. We

laughed the relief of the almost dead.



You held me up

or maybe I held you,



our heads above the sucking liquid blackness, its

thirst for us resigned in choppy waves. Our arms

wove life around each other, rebellious, passionate

life, flying in the face of those who say it is only sink

or swim. We did neither. We learned to float.

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Healing, Poem, Poetry, Support, Survival, Survivors

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author avatar leftwriter
Leftwriter is a poet and flash fiction writer with some published articles under her belt and who occasionally dabbles in other forms of writing as well. She currently lives with her children and dog in Cricket Hollow, Ohio.

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