Drowning

Life is but a sea that I seem to be sinking in,
in the middle of the ocean with no hope.
The waves, they crash, undertow pulling me down,
but suddenly in view, a boat.

In hope that I can be rescued here
I struggle to float and breathe.
The boat draws closer, "I can be saved!"
But it laughs, turns around, and leaves.

Betrayed by what I trusted and feeling desperation,
I start to let myself be pulled down.
Yet I hear a voice and look up, a hand,
and "Stand up, don't let yourself drown!"

Following instructions, I stretch my knees
and realize to my surprise
that this ocean I was "drowning" in
was only toddler-sized!

I soon realize that the only reason
I could ever be pulled down in this "sea"
is because I felt self-pity exaggerated,
but objects are smaller than they seem.

So in this kiddy pool I stand in,
I laugh and know, this is true:
the size of what you're going through
is really just determined by YOU.