*A poem about feeling overwhelmed by life. May be triggering for some readers*
I’m drowning
in a self-created sea.
Made of tasks, duties, and responsibilities.
I asked for this.
I thought I wanted more,
but I’m in over my head.
The water’s getting deeper,
and I’m too tired to tread.
I’m slowly slipping under-
anyone could see.
But instead of reaching out to help,
they all congratulate me;
“I don’t know how you it.”
“You’re so so good at swimming”
they say, while I fight to breathe.
In front of a crowd of supporters
I drown in my overwhelmed sea.
Bringing Mae Flowers 