Poetry & Art

learning to swim

I’m not drowning,

not like I was.

The sadness

only comes in waves now,

and when it does,

depression splashes over me

leaving the bitter taste of

saltwater in my mouth

the bitter taste of guilt

for asking anyone to love me

when I’m like this-

daring to dive in

without a life jacket,

not screaming loud enough

for the lifeguard to hear me,

not having the strength

to lift my arms above the waves

or tread the water

to the shallow end

where my feet can finally touch the sand.

But,

I’m not downing this time

I’m learning to swim 

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by Esther Gonzales

I am a New Jersey based poet who aspires to share my story through poetry and prose focused on faith and my journey with depression. I have overcome many obstacles and I believe everyone has a story to tell, even if they haven't found the words yet. I hope my words can inspire others to believe in their purpose and to find strength to climb the next mountain.

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