After what feels like a million failed attempts to reach out over these past several weeks, I gave up and wrote a haiku instead.

Haiku is my favorite form of poetry, and I’m always looking for a reason to practice. I love the simplicity. And when a haiku is done well – there is so much that can be said with so few words. I think that’s what really draws me in.

I think the reason I keep failing at reaching out is that I can’t justify how I’m feeling. I just know it’s always been this way. Sometimes I’m better at ignoring it. Other times it is all consuming. But it has always been there.

The poem I wrote isn’t great. But it’s exactly what I’ve been asking myself, lately. Why fight to survive? What’s it like to let go?

Or, as my haiku puts it –

“My head is barely, just barely above water. What’s it like – to drown?”

And I’m not so sure it will be much longer before I find out.