Still Standing

My feelings dripping down my cheeks,
Streaming on endless days to weeks.
Stroking the waves—my knees are weak,
Holding my breath till I find myself sick.

I found sanctuary in the heat,
It was warm under my feet.
Comfort took me in its arms,
Slowly burning—ringing the alarms.

Back to swimming with my fears,
Pretending doubts are singing cheers.
My wounds are itching—far from healed,
Delusions are now my shield.

Drowning on dry land is the easiest,
Surviving yet not the fittest.
Standing still in the snow-kissed breeze,
Never mind that my hands would freeze.

So I remain to exists with the risks,
While life plays its endless frisks.