Beneath the Surface
There’s a stillness in this piece.
Like someone stuck between drowning and breathing.
You can almost feel the weight on her chest.
not from water,
but from everything she’s been holding in.
The bubbles?
They feel like the thoughts that won’t stop rising.
The ones no one hears.
The pain she doesn’t know how to explain.
She’s not crying.
She’s not fighting.
She’s just… suspended.
Somewhere between letting go and coming up for air.
But even in that silence,
there’s strength.
A quiet kind.
The kind that doesn't need noise to survive.
And maybe that’s what this is.....
not a picture of someone drowning,
but someone gathering herself
before rising again.
