I feel like I am drowning these days...
I don't know when will I be saved.
I don't know who could save me
and I don't know if I ever want to be saved.
However, I still have my faith.
I know one day while trying to learn to breathe under the water...
one hand will come to save me.
A hand who will just carry me and bring me to a safe place
and not just a mere bystander who will ask if I am drowning
or why am I drowning.
It is also possible that I can save myself
When I learned how to be strong
when I learned how to overcome my fear
and when I learned how to be brave.
For now, I am very scared.
But I'll try my best to survive.
I cannot shout for help for I am too weak
But, I'll wait for the right time to be saved.
I know it will be soon
I am hoping it will be tomorrow.
