The lack of motivation

is drowning me.

It closes in around my neck

and pulls me down so hard

that I can no longer see the surface.

I try so hard to swim up.

I try so hard.

I just want to live.

I’m not ready

for the feeling of going nowhere;

the feeling 

of not feeling the air

on my skin,

in my hair.

I don’t want to feel 

the pressure of the water,

the weight of my thoughts.

Forget me not.

When it finally takes me,

forget me not.

When the work piles up so high

that I can’t see past my house

and the water soaks every blouse,

forget me not.

For the lack of feeling 

is drowning me

and I fear I won’t live to see spring.

-05/03/24(Original written 12/14/21)