It's never too late to learn...
Swimming in a sea of emotions and I’m drowning.
I never learned how to properly swim.
I always half-assed, doggy-paddled and
pulled myself through, barely making it, by the
skin of my teeth. I never practiced. I never tried
to learn. I guess I always expected someone to take
on the burden and teach me, or simply save me.
To throw me a life line when it all was just too much
for me. Until I became so co-dependent on others to
pull me out of the murky abyss – that I never learned
how to properly swim. I can skate, dance, and trample
over the waves crashing down around me, but what
good are any of those things when you are drowning?
I panic and gasp once I realize that, alas, I’m doing it
all wrong. I know that I am capable and I’m certain
that I’m strong, but it’s all for naught if I never learn
how to properly swim. It must come from within. It
doesn’t matter if I’m surrounded by boats and
scapegoats, I’ll only be grasping onto false hope with
no real mechanisms to cope if I don’t learn
how to properly swim.