The Hands That Saved Me (Posted: Jan 14, 2021)

Fighting to reach the surface.

Hands forced me to stay under,

A joyous, beautiful summer day.

Kids chased, and jumped in after each other.

Still Struggling, my spirit 

Clung to my will.

Pleading,

Desperate;

Wanting to hold on. 

Even though time seemed laggard, 

Reality didn't give me long. 

Fluid in my lungs, images started to blur.

Couldn't hear the thrashing of arms, and legs

I did before. 

Then, with a hero came salvation.

With her hands, she struck down my enemy; and 

Then her hands became the ones that saved me. 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Strong metaphor here. When we feel we are drowning, overwhelmed by the complexities of life, we all need that helping hand to get us back on track. Many will relate to this poem Audie.

Chris

[Audie G. Couch]

Thanks Chris, =-)
As always your review is very much appreciated. Although this happened to me in real life, it is cool to know it works on a metaphorical level as well.

[Chris Shaw]

Works as a metaphor, but if a factual situation, then I say it is a triumph :)

[Audie G. Couch]

Thanks Chris. I appreciate your review and reply here.

[Coyote Poetry]

I felt the struggle and the need in the words dear Audie. I also felt the happiness of kind hands saving you too. I liked the energy and the drive in the words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Audie G. Couch]

Thanks for your kind words Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Audie.

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Drowning, metaphorically, through life this reads like to me. To be saved by the loving hands of that special person, slaying the demons in the process and breathing air into lungs long deflated. You have written the metaphor of drowning very well and clearly here. Many can relate, i believe. Another well written poem, Audie. :)

[Audie G. Couch]

Thanks for the review. Even though this actually happened to me, to know that it works metaphorically as well, is cool. I'm happy you enjoyed it.