He Saved Me

A poem that metaphorically represents a girl being saved from her self-harm, depression, and anxiety.

She hovers over a frozen pond

Standing directly in the middle 

Taking aim, she stomps down her foot

The ice breaks beneath her, causing her to fall

Into the icy waters that nearly freeze her to death

She shivers uncontrollably while gasping for air

Searing pain stings in her lungs as she struggles

To breathe 

She opens her eyes to see herself 

Within a glass tank full to the brim

With ice cold water 

Her entire body trembles and aches

Feeling every nerve in her body sting 

With severe pain all round 

Then, she sees it 

A crowd pointing fingers at her 

Some people walking by as if she weren't drowning

Others stand, pointing, laughing at her 

They watch from a distance, careful not to get close

One man walks close to the tank

He begins to tap his finger repeatedly on the glass

His taps vibrated throughout the tank 

Cracks start to form 

He taps and taps until he begins

Pounding his fists against the glass

Her body trembles with fear 

"Leave me in here!" she shouts, and coughs 

As water is swallowed down and she continues

Struggling to breathe, pain enveloping her lungs 

"Let me save you." he whispered in a calm voice

The glass tank broke, and water poured out

In every direction, glass flew everywhere 

The man stands smiling after being wounded 

With glass shards sticking into his body 

He helps her stand up, taking his jacket around her

He hugs her deeply, embracing her with warmth 

"Why did you help me?" she began to cry 

After drowning for so long, the pain in her lungs

Became a comforting safety net

"You needed help, so I helped you." he simply smiled again

Rubbing her cheeks, he wiped away her tears

Holding her tightly, he caressed her hair 

To this day she was ever grateful

For he saved her from drowning all her life

But sadly, their relationship did not last

She kept trying to climb back into other tanks

Using her own hose to fill them up 

He broke many tanks but she kept finding new ways

To this day, I'm drowning.

Reviews

[Darker_Wolf]

Sad and poignant. It is so hard to know what we really seek... Harder yet sometimes to recognize it when it is found... and hardest yet to hold on to it when we find it. This work clearly clarifies all of that, the battle within, the seeking, the not recognizing... And most poignant, the search to find that which we have lost. Very good job.
Wolf ,'', ^@@^ ,'',

[Maria12]

A very vivid experience shared beautifully.I found your poem beautiful and sad

[sinNsincerity]

I was screaming in my head as she stomped on the ice, "please don't!"
And then as I read on, I would think she would want to escape, but when the man starts pounding on the glass- she wants to be left alone. Then I had a sense of helplessness punch me in the gut.
So crazy, I was just speaking with an other dear poet on here about anxiety.
I love how easily I was able to follow along and almost suffocate myself.
Hang in there Tatiana, you are not alone. Never stop writing!
Sincerly, David.