I bubble up to the surface chasing the orbs that slip from my mouth. I wish it were fear. I wish it were anger. I wish it were pain escaping me. I dive down again. I could stay on the bottom of this pool forever, staring up at the surface where life occurs. It happens. Life. Often it hurts. The water feels safer, an amorphous embrace. Like a mother's womb. I could stay, if it weren't for this weakness; the need for life, for air, for the burning in my lungs to subside, the need to see with wet eyes what waits for me up there. That life, malformed and wavy through a watery frame stares down at me from the surface, taunting me. You need me. You breathe me, and sometimes You love me. Curiosity grabs me.
I bubble up to the surface chasing the orbs that slip from my mouth. -Nichelle Lei