That Breath of air when swimming under the water too long, Thatβs what life was. Suffocating, Undesirable, A vast liquid of nothing. That is till the burning in my lungs form, Seizing at every attempt to breathe, Struggling to find which way is up. The frantic grasps of liquid, Thighs and legs kicking rapidly, As if all was lost the fresh breeze hits my hand. Iβve made it, All throughout the doubts, Every tribulation has come to this. Air.