Falling, drowning;

The struggle, the feel of defeat.

The load weighs down on me,

But I keep afloat, summoning my strength.

I call on to the spirit of one who’s left,

Barely keeping up with the current,

No time for tears,

A whisper;

Breathe, breathe, breathe.



Published by Msdedeng

Most importantly, I am a daughter, a wife, and a friend. I am also a student who still has lots to learn.

97 thoughts on “Drowning

  1. Gorgeous photograph and lovely poem my friend. All of us, if honest, have felt this sinking and drowning sensation which comes from feeling we have no control over horrors that we experience or things we are watching in our world today. You expressed that sensation beautifully with just a few lines. Well done my friend. Have an amazing and blessed day. Love to you and your loved ones. πŸ’•β€οΈJoni

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  2. Absolutely!! Very vivid and relatable simile!! Definitely some rough seas here and there, as well as, calm waters- I definitely prefer the calmer waters!!!!

    But I suppose good to know how to ride the rough seas too 🌊… I just don’t like that lol – I definitely cling on for dear life!!

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  3. Aww same I’m glad I came across your blog. I like getting to know new things and connecting with such different people globally here on WP. Looking forward to read more from you. πŸ₯°πŸ₯°

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  4. Yes, this makes a lot of sense.
    Exactly, you have got to stick to your words because you lone knows exactly what you were expressing or talking about. I have heard editors do this and if you don’t stick to your guns, your very words or work become alien to you.
    Very nice to meet you Shruba.

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  5. That’s definitely true about languages. It makes me quite picky about the words I use and I often give a hard time to my editors when they try to change my words unless they have valid reasons that sound convincing enough to me lol. I agree English is fascinating as a language, maybe due to its colonial history but it’s remarkable how elastic the language is in itself. It grows and adapts to every place and culture it has filtered within making it probably one of the most diverse languages. However, I really love languages in general and enjoy learning new ones. I know almost 5 languages at intermediate or higher levels and another one at a basic communication level, so that makes me a multilingual or polyglot I think. Languages give new identities to the same person I feel, if it makes sense.

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  6. Thank you so much M&M, but this is the thing I find interesting about poetry (at least for me), you cannot fake it, because it is what you are feeling at that moment.
    Thank you for the hugs besides, it’s a new and hopefully new beginnings!


  7. I find words pleasurable like you say. There’s something rich about any language, but English especially I find fascinating maybe because I read English and nothing else. I would love to hear your take on this.

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  8. The words flow nicely, even if the theme is quite heavy. I do not know how much of this is fiction and reality. But I do hope you are able to relax and breathe. Treat yourself this weekend. Hugs to you!

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  9. this is so eloquently real, it resonates with many … you have touched a raw nerve!

    This one is most worthy of Spillwords publication, so please submit it?

    Take care precious, we are all here to support each other … reach out if you need to talk ❀

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  10. Jesus Keith!
    You should teach poetry, or just get paid for interpretation.
    Your writing gives mine more credit than it deserves; I am totally gobsmacked by your way with words. Really!
    Thank you for your lovely comment.

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  11. Your outlook adds buoyancy too, as you draw strength from those whose lives you share.

    Circumstances leer, taunt and threaten to overwhelm, yet we don’t face them alone. Our families, whether by blood or by acquaintance, bolster our resolve.

    It’s a two-way street, too, as just as often we’re part of somebody else’s “invisible” support network. (We’re invisible? Cool. The dream that stirred my five-year-old’s mind is realized!)

    More seriously though, Msededeng, your writing is graceful, evocative and inspired.

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