Poem and Image by Isabelle Sorrells
The berth of my death
With light cast down into its depths in beams.
It would’ve been an amazing place
Had it not also been my grave.
The surface too far away,
My strength gone,
I start to give in to the peace under the air.
But you swim to my rescue,
And we burst through the surface together.
If not for your bubbles,
I would’ve been lost
To those warm, blue waters.