Beached

I feel like a beached whale.

Somewhere where I don't belong.

So close to where I need to be.

Touching it.

Being teased by the tide that comes and goes.

Stuck.

Without the means to get myself out.

I'm slowly suffocating.

The tide keeps me alive just enough.

Gives me a taste.

Of freedom.

But I can't do it.
I'm stuck.
I don't know how.
I don't have the means.

I'm running out of ideas.
I'm running out of energy.
I'm running out of motivation.
I'm running out of time.

I'm gasping.

But I can't breathe.



I need help.

I need a miracle.

I need to believe.