Q - Quandary

QUANDARY

I hold my breath

My life

My death

My life

Is almost

Almost upon me

Once again

I shudder

Will I suffocate?

Will I drown?

Shattered tranquillity

Chaos of stability

Washed away

I dare not breathe

My chest begins to heave

My life

My death

My life

I surge

Upwards

Relief

Palpable

Unfathomable

As I breathe

Great gulping gasps

Of pure fresh air