Survive

Words escape me. How do I articulate if I can’t speak? I am struck down by my pride. Helpless as always. So close, yet so far away. I can’t see the end to this ocean. I’m drowning, I’m dying, I’m sinking, I’m crying. I’m momentary, a fleeting blip on the face of the earth. I’m insubstantial. Wiped out in a single moment, breath snuffed. I’m far from perfect, but I’ll do what I can. I’ll survive. Maybe not on earth, maybe not in this time. Maybe I was meant to be a little different. Maybe my legacy is something worthwhile. Only time will tell, whether I’m here to see the answers or not.